I’ve long had issues with McDonald’s.
The service is rarely pleasant. Nary a smile. When you’re working at McDonald’s, it’s understandable.
That place will slowly eat away at your soul and replace it with a Supersize Happy Meal. Cheap, plastic toy and all.
But when judging an eating establishment, it’s not just the service that counts. No, it’s the food, right? That’s why we go there in the first place, isn’t it?
Thought it may look like a crime scene, I promise that my appetite was all that was murdered.
I took those pictures awhile back, and believe it or not, that still wasn’t enough to convince me to give up on the Golden Arches.
Ponce de Leon was looking in the wrong place.