McDonald's Menu Prices at 876 Nevitt Rd ★3.5 (2720)

I loved the food. Me and my little cousin had fun. There was new technology that I couldn’t understand of the toys, but it was fun. 10/10

I had a great experience the woman who helped me was so amazing, and kind. But I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation she had with a customer, the customer was being really hostile about the daily double being on the buy one get one menu on the kiosk and wanted the manager to give her one for free and the manager told her it’s not false advertisement, that sandwich hasn’t been on that menu in awhile so I don’t think the kiosk would lie about it. Well I’m a nosy lady and I went over and looked on the kiosk after she left and caused her scene and it’s not on that menu, not on the kiosk or menu screen above the workers.

One star is being generous. My father and I went through the drive through and ordered a completely different meal than what was given to us, the employee who took our order even confirmed that what we ordered was correct. When we got to the window, the employee there said there was a little mistake and that was on him so he paid for the meal. We pulled up to the second window to receive our food, COMPLETELY different from what was ordered, we order a fish fillet with no tartar sauce, a double cheese burger with only ketchup, a medium fry, a large fry, and a sprite. What the employee handed to us before she quickly closed the window was two boxes of ten piece chicken nuggets, a fish fillet with tartar sauce and cheese, a Big Mac with lettuce and cheese on only one patty, the top one was plain, a large fry, and a sprite. The only two things they got correct was the large fry and a sprite. And I’m not sorry if I sound like a Karen but seriously don’t go to this place, or at least get your receipt and check your food before you drive off.

On a Friday morning, you’re running late once again. To make matters worse, you’ve forgotten to eat breakfast. But that’s okay—you know a spot right there on Nevitt Road, where interstate 5 and state route 20 meet. Folks call it the Avon Cut Off, and it’s a good thing it did, if you’re careful to turn before the highway you can find yourself face-to-face with McDonalds. Immediately, you notice this McDonalds is different than others. An enormous parking lot sets the restaurant’s structure back from the road, and further tucks it into a hill where the interstate’s off ramp loops about promising motorists a view of how busy the drive thru is. And on this Friday, the drive thru is very busy. You’re already late, there’s no use pretending you’re in the sort of rush that would justify getting in a drive thru line. Maybe this is life’s way of telling you “slow down, take it easy, stop and smell the hashbrowns.” So you park and begin the long walk through a sea of cars, some are parked, some are coming in, and others going out. When you reach the door, you’re surprised by just how much further you’ll have to walk to the patient kiosk waiting for you to find your way back to its friendly iridescence. Truly, this McDonald’s is gigantic. There’s an entry foyer, three different seating areas with a varied collection of chairs for all occasions be they family dinners, first dates, or working lunches. The pièce de résistance: a gymnasium sized warehouse hanging off the restaurant’s face where the indoor playground area looms over futuristic light up display tables. A protected and venerated habitat for the great minds of tomorrow, it is a hallowed ground you imagine would be suitable for even the biggest of birthday parties. Though you’re tempted to reminisce your own birthdays and think about where all the time has gone, the kiosk’s attentive glow reminds you there was a program soon to begin. A little tv show where you and your breakfast are the stars in an informative presentation on what you will eat, its cost, and nutritional value. It’s a sort of social media for early birds, to share with each other just this piece of the day. The kiosk tells each patron a different story, but the ending is always the same: your number will be displayed on the screen above the counter when your order is ready. In this truth we are united. Our lives, like our orders, are finite, their duration limited by some unknown maker—we are together in this space only until our number is called. Is it any wonder why we hurry to our next obligation? Do we go through life one drive thru to the next, only stopping when we will drive no more? And then the sensuous rhythm of UB-40’s twice certified platinum adult contemporary hit ‘Red, Red Wine’ pulses over the speakers. It’s as if McDonalds is speaking to you, beckoning: “stay close to me, don’t let me be alone.” Maybe this is the truth under which we are united: McDonald’s’ isn’t McDonalds without you to tell your story, have your birthday party there, or drive through to your next destination. You are what made this place special, and every moment more you devoted there only invested more memories in the rich, living tapestry of McDonald’s. You are McDonald’s. And so when the screen shows your order is ready, and the team member places the bag on the counter and she looks you in the eyes and says “thank you!” You are met with pause. Shouldn’t you be thanking her? Before you can succumb to the emotions, you give way to the social perfunctory and tell her “you’re welcome!” And you turn to walk the mile back to your car. While you didn’t express your gratitude, it was clearly understood. a sort of unspoken recognition or nod to the systems you enabled that give her this position in a community is clear every time you stop to pay patronage. What needs reminding is how you work together with McDonald’s to enhance the character and vibrancy of the Avon Cut Off, and that if you leave now you’ll only be forty five minutes late for work.

I know we don’t typically come to McDonalds for the service, but a sliver of pride in how you speak to customers should be maintained. The night manager was kind on the evening of 2/2/26 around 9 PM, and seemed to be a good example for his team. However, the girl working the window at that time couldn’t be worse. It’s obvious she hates her job, or was having the worst day. Either way, unfortunately, that’s not the customers fault. I don’t feel like being the target of misplaced frustration anywhere, let alone getting nuggets. I highly recommend putting her literally anywhere that’s not customer facing. Her attitude was crazy, and I honestly hope her job gets better, for everyone’s sake.