McDonald's Menu Prices at 1059 Coshocton Ave ★3.4 (1273)

If your employees at the second window are going to be rude, at least make sure they can get an order right. I genuinely don’t understand how hard it is to put a sauce packet in a bag when it’s on the order screen. Ruined a pregnant woman’s day👏🏼👏🏼

I ordered the same thing every single time two double cheeseburgers extra pickle onion, they never have pickle and onion at all not even one. a large 10 piece nugget meal often missing 1 or 2,b I'm also often given a medium drink even tho Im paying for a large and the large fries are usually cold and or not even filled half way. Every single time the last 7 times I've been there.

The food has always been fresh, and made fine. And the drive through is always fast. However you gotta check your bag here. I think I've been shorted here more than any other McDonald's. Dinning area is always well kept, clean, and quick. Play Place can flood in heavy rain (like a severe thunderstorm), but that might be fixed.

Waited twenty minutes for my food, only to get home and find that not only did they put cheese on my burger i asked them to take off there was also a hair embedded in that cheese worst place ever dont eat here

Oh, golden arches, how you glimmer so brightly Promising comfort beneath your glow nightly. Yet beneath this shine, a hollow truth rests, A kingdom of carelessness in culinary quests. Your burgers arrive as if dropped from the sky, A soggy, limp mess, no love to apply. The lettuce, a victim of reckless disdain, Slipping and sliding in oil’s grimy stain. Fries once whispered of crisp, golden hues, Now limp with regret, they silently muse. Each box overflows with chaos unchecked, A portrait of apathy—what did I expect? The sauces, meant to kiss, instead spill and sprawl, Dripping like tears in your fast-food hall. And the wraps? A tragedy folded in haste, Ruined by hands with no care for taste. Oh, McDonald's, your promise was sweet, A warm, simple meal, a comforting treat. But now I see in each careless display, You’ve traded the art for the speed of decay. So here’s my farewell, though bittersweet, To your sloppy wares and defeated meat. For care, like flavor, should season the soul, Not be drowned in grease from a lukewarm bowl.