I know that it seems as though I have more negative reviews than positive ones, that said, I honestly feel as though you are only as good as your worst review.
Now I'm not expecting Michelin star service when I go to a fast food restaurant, however it is still customer service oriented.
First off when I order my food and you repeat it back to me I would expect that you understood and entered my order correctly isn't that why you repeat it back to me?
Secondly when I pull up to the window and trade payment for my order, please do not throw my food out the window as quick as you can while proceeding to close the service window this does not allow for me to ask for any condiments that I may wish to procure, and it comes off a tad hostile.
As well I now have to sit at the window and wait for yet another or possibly the same angry employee to open the window again and allow me to ask for condiments in the same way Oliver Twist asks for more porridge, this would normally not bother me if it weren't for the heavy sigh and irritated look that I receive.
After a grueling trip to the nearest Wendy's and some less than friendly service, I have returned home to the stomach grumbling slightly angry natives also known as my children. I get the food out as quickly as my arms can move to avoid an all out mutiny orchestrated by the eight year old and carried out by the three year old. Once the food is out and chaos has been avoided, I take a seat to enjoy my burger, when across the table I begin to see tears and what is sure to be an epic meltdown by the eight year old. I ask what the problem is and with tears and a slight bit of dramatics I hear "this isn't what I ordered!" But wait didn't they read the order back to me? Surely this cannot be. Indeed it was his Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger was in actuality a chicken sandwich.
To avoid a meltdown that would make Fukushima look like a small power outage I jump up grab the food and in a Superman moment say to him "I will go back to Wendy's and get you the food you asked for."
Grabbing my keys and running out the door as swiftly as I can I make for Wendy's, once there I walk in and politely explain the situation. Rather than an apology and a let me take care of that for you, I was asked for the receipt, in my haste I had forgotten it at home but, I had the uneaten chicken sandwich in hand, let me repeat that I had the uneaten chicken sandwich in hand! Not partially eaten, not the wrapper with some crumbs, the whole sandwich. Now I have to speak with the manager just to get the right food, I mean really?
This review has gone on far to long, but the real point of this story is that this seems to be a growing trend with fast food Wendy's just so happens to be leading the pack.
As an aside, I returned home with the correct burger which more than likely saved the planet from what surely would have been looked back on in history with the same significance as the assassination of the Archduke in 1914. read more