Let's see, where do I begin? I am not a Yelper who is notorious for all 5 star reviews or just the measly 1 star for shits and giggles. I try to really be honest about my experience. And sadly, this is probably "as bad as it gets" for a review of an establishment.
While driving home and passing through the lovely Grapevine, I needed to stop and use the restroom. My choices were a few gas stations or McDonalds... decisions. Of course McDonalds sounded a little more ideal with the expectation that it's a busy establishment and the restrooms are probably a bit cleaner than a gas station's.
I walked in and headed straight for the restroom. I opened the door and the line was already backed up and wrapping into a curve behind the door. One stall ahead had an out of service note on it. The other two along the same wall were vacant, but nobody was using them. My friend took a peek and one was super filthy, the other had no toilet paper and trash overflowing on the ground. Now we're down to three stalls along the other wall... waiting. I finally entered one of them -- used toilet paper and garbage overflowing all over the floor and directly touching the toilet seat. They put plastic trashcans in the stall which were a bit oversized. I was surprised that this stall had toilet seat protectors and paper! The seat was covered with urine, smears of feces and remnants of a used toilet seat protector cover. So disgusting! I already waited 10 minutes, so I do my thing and walk over to the sink. Only one soap dispenser is working and there are no hand towels or hand dryers in sight. WTH?! So everyone has been shaking excess water all over the counter and floor.
Why I didn't walk out already is beyond me. I placed an order and waited a good 25 minutes to receive it. I asked the cashier if there was someone who could tend to the women's restroom. He said they've been busy all day and points to the guy wearing sweats, a McD's t-shirt and hat, and said, "Well hopefully he can get to it." He gave me my cup and I walked over to the fountain drink dispenser. The overflow bin (whatever it's called) shares the same collective area with the ketchup. I love ketchup, but the sight of it piling up just looked so gross (peep the pic). Ahhh, medium cup covers, where are they? There's only large and child size. Meanwhile, why not take in the wet, dirty counters for the experience too? This place is just a shithole. So while I had the honor of waiting 25 minutes for my Happy Meal (I wanted the Simba toy), I observed everything from the staff, the manager and the production line. The thoughts of contracting a food borne illness were high on the list, but the only amazingly clean and appropriately functioning process taking place was the hamburger production line. I had a direct view of the gentleman working away and this was the only reason I waited; it looked promising. Dude with the sweats just put his mop down and walked behind the main counter. He was trying to leave and a manager asked him to come back (by the tone of her voice, there was no mutual respect between the two). He's announced to everyone that he was taking his ten after being off for 30 minutes already. Overtime? I guess! God bless him.
When my food was finally ready, I walked up to the counter and asked if they had anymore medium lids. The girl who was working at the receiving order line, multitasked to the register and filled the fries busted out with a package with lids. She poked a hole in the bag and reached in to grab a lid - fingers all over touching the underside of it. Ahhh... never again.
I ended up with Pumba and not Simba. What a shame. read more