Yep-- I'm an American reviewing Mc-y D's. But sometimes you just need some McDonaldisation to know that all is right with the world. I frequent fast food very infrequently but there's something about biting into those crisp, hot, perfectly salted fries that screams "COMFORT!" I especially like popping my head in McD's in random countries to see what specialty "country-item" is on the menu-- curried lamb in Scotland? Saimin and rice in Hawaii? Sweeet!
This location recently got a makeover and is shiny and buffed to spa-like tranquility. You can't really say anything about the food-- because, come on, it's McDonalds; the genius is that it tastes the same everywhere. The service is pretty much the same as anywhere in Britain that employs disinterested teens-- sullen and can't be bothered. But they get a 3 for the new parking docks where you wait for your food to be couriered to you after you've gone through the drive-thru (which to me defeats the entire purpose of "drive-through" but what do I know). Beats parking in the first spot you can find in the teeny, always crowded lot and watching while the poor bloke designated runner for the day tries to find you. You just know that the order taker purposely tells them the wrong make and model of car to have a laugh.
Efficient, consistent and sparkly. Sounds like a good recipe to me. read more