The Greatest McDonald's In the World.

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While it sounds like you have numbers and statistics to back up your claim, from a personal standpoint I don’t see how McDonalds could possibly be worried.

My niece eats at least 4 Happy Meals a week and would probably eat at least 10 if my sister (her mom) and her grandparents would take her more often.

She’s got so many duplicate Happy Meal toys that my sister now takes the duplicates and saves them to give out with the Halloween candy.

I think in her 8 years of life my niece has had more McDonald’s than I have in my 30 years; and that’s no small feat!

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I know exactly what you mean, and what you feel, Guin. Every time I go by a McDonalds and smell the french fries, my stomach roars in hunger, and demands that I get some. And then I have to pull over and taser it into submission, until I get home to fix my bowl of beet soup…

This 600-800 calorie diet is destroying me mentally. Sure, it did drop me from a size 16 to a size (almost!) 6, but Jesus it’s hard, especially when there are so many McDonalds out there…all of them beckoning, calling, pleading for me to come in and order 3 or 4 sausage, egg, and cheese biscuts…and 3 large coffees to wash them down with. Oh well, at least I can still have the coffee.

But what about Burder King? Those “Croissandwiches” are like crack. I would eat them until I couldn’t move, were it possible.

Oh yeah, and the MegaMac[sup]TM[/sup]? I used to eat one of those, plus a large fries, chocolate shake[sup]1[/sup], and still want more. Now just the large fries has almost 100% of my daily calories. :eek:

[sub]1) Yes, even as a diabetic I could drink the chocolate shakes. I simply added 8 units of insulin to my dinner shot.[/sub]

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Holy, moly! Congrats, Anthracite. That’s gotta be grueling.

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What’s a MegaMac?

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The MegaMac is a Big Mac with 4 beef patties, instead of two. 794 calories, and 50g of fat.

Of course, the Wendy’s Triple with cheese, at about 1100 or so calories, is still king.

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And while we’re at it, let’s explore a True Horror of the Dieter.

Standard Big Mac Extra Value Meal, supersized, with a dessert item:



Item    Calories     Fat, g
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Sandwich:                590   34
Fries:                   610   29
Ketsup packets (2):       80    0
Coke:                    410    0
Nestle Crunch McFlurry:  630   24
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Total:                  2320   87

2320 freaking calories and 87 freaking grams of fat. Damn that’s a lot.

Really, words fail me. I used to have this sort of thing for a lunch. Now it’s 3 days worth of calories. :o

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My story:

I go to the counter at some mall deli slopeteria (and I don’t even remember which one) and ordered a sandwich and “to drink, a large diet.”

Her: “Large diet what?”
Me: “What do you have?”
Her: “Diet Pepsi.”
Me: “Then that’s what I’ll have.”
Her [snottily]: “Then why didn’t you say ‘Diet Pepsi’?”
Me [equally snottily]: “Because I didn’t know Pepsi was what you had; I said ‘large diet’ meaning I’d drink whatever you served.”
Her: “Here’s you’re ‘large diet,’ bitch.” [Slams down cup.]
Me: I assume your job sucks, but I hope it sucks so bad that you won’t miss it, because I am going to make it my mission to see that you either eat those words or are fired. Where’s your manager? [yelling] Can I get a manager out here?"

The manager came out and I told him what happened, and he told her she could either apologize to me or she could leave, and not to bother coming back. She looked like it about killed her, but she apologized, and he apologized and he comped my lunch. But I spent too many years waiting tables, and being nice to assholes just because they were customers, to take any shit off wait-people.

JAR, let us know if you heard from the Mickey-D’s manager-person; I’d be interested to know what he or she said.

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My story:

I go to the counter at some mall deli slopeteria (and I don’t even remember which one) and ordered a sandwich and “to drink, a large diet.”

Her: “Large diet what?”
Me: “What do you have?”
Her: “Diet Pepsi.”
Me: “Then that’s what I’ll have.”
Her [snottily]: “Then why didn’t you say ‘Diet Pepsi’?”
Me [equally snottily]: “Because I didn’t know Pepsi was what you had; I said ‘large diet’ meaning I’d drink whatever you served.”
Her: “Here’s you’re ‘large diet,’ bitch.” [Slams down cup.]
Me: I assume your job sucks, but I hope it sucks so bad that you won’t miss it, because I am going to make it my mission to see that you either eat those words or are fired. Where’s your manager? [yelling] Can I get a manager out here?"

The manager came out and I told him what happened, and he told her she could either apologize to me or she could leave, and not to bother coming back. She looked like it about killed her, but she apologized, and he apologized and he comped my lunch. But I spent too many years waiting tables, and being nice to assholes just because they were customers, to take any shit off wait-people.

JAR, let us know if you heard from the Mickey-D’s manager-person; I’d be interested to know what he or she said.

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:eek:

Maybe the starving-study-abroad-student diet of broth and rice isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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Having just returned from sunny St. Louis, I will be calling this lady this afternoon. Perhaps I will be OWNING A McDONALDS by tomorrow.

Standby!

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Wort, thanks for the MickeyD’s phone number. After a bad experience with them a couple months ago, I looked through their website for the nearly-obligatory “contact us” window or info, and came up empty. (Still can’t find it there, FWIW.)

Since I stopped at a McD’s in a small town yesterday morning, and waited at the counter for 2 minutes with no one in front of me and McD workers moving in and out of the counter area, and not one of them ever recognized my existence, I left. I would have expected at least a “hi, can you wait a minute?”

I’d already used their bathroom on the way in, and I didn’t really need food that badly, but figured if I used their facilities, I ought to buy breakfast from them. So maybe I’ll use that 800 number.

FWIW, McD’s lost me, for the most part, over 20 years ago. When the Big Mac first came out (yes, I remember that), and for a few years after, I loved them. Then for several years, the McD’s nearest to my home, and the one nearest to my office, both consistently served Big Macs with negligible ‘special sauce’, and tired lettuce. Since I don’t like pickles, that left two rather dry all-beef patties and some wilted lettuce on a sesame-seed bun. After enough of those, I took my business elsewhere, for the most part.

Their Breakfast Burrito brought me back for a little while, in the mornings at least, then they discontinued it

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well, at least you didn’t get electrocuted to death by the hand drier in the bathroom like a woman in belfast did a couple of years ago…

by the way, if you want the best McDonalds in the world you have to go to the mediterranean island of Gozo…

went there this summer, fresh bread baps, proper meat, a cafe serving fresh espresso and pastries and the food was so filling that neither irishfella nor myself could eat a whole burger…

oh yes, and wonderfully polite service!

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Fredge, You are right. McDonalds isn’t worried about closing stores, or laying off people. They are worried about the dwindleing franchise money. Why on earth do you think they want stores open from 5:00 AM, until Midnight? A couple hundred dollars per store, multiplied by several thousand stores means more Bonus money for them.

RTFirefly, You’re welcome. I only wish that more people who use our bathroom stopped to purchase something. If nothing else the manager, who is supposed to be in a position to observe the whole store , should have noticed you.
We still sell burritos, at least for now.

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I HAVE SPOKEN TO FAITH…THE MANAGER.

She is…in a word…appalled. But interestingly, when she asked me for a description of the Nail Lady, all I had to say was “sort of thin with glasses…” and she said, “OK.”

Sounded like she had a reputation.

I made sure to COMPLIMENT the angel of mercy boy who helped us and everyone else.

She said that it saddened her that this story got around so quickly, but she understood that it was a sort of shocking event.

She promised me that if I was ever back in Kankakee she’d treat me to dinner at McDonald’s.

AWESOME! I’m getting the HUGE value meal.

J

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Don’t forget the 24-hour drivethrus.

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I used to be a McWorker. I quite enjoyed it, in parts.

We used to have a play center, an indoor adventure playground with clides, climbing frames, tunnels and a ballpool. It was very popular, as it was the first of its kind in Ireland.

We had to operate a height restriction, due to the young children and the fact that they can get a bit rambunctious. We changed and cleaned the balls in the ball pit everyday, and kept the place spotless and as sanitised as we could.

As UI mentioned, we had a height restriction. one child slipped passed that, and was getting very rough with the other chidren in the ball bool. The girl on duty, Lydia, saw some of the smaller children coming out crying, spotted the cource of teh commotion and asked her to leave. The girl, who was about 9 years old, left the ball pool, and was hurling abuse at my friend on duty (who was about 17) the likes of whish I was shocked to hear.

I’m by no means a prude, and can curse with the unclehumping best of 'em, but even what the kid was saying shocked me.

Anyway, fast forward a week. the little girl tries to get into the playspace again, but the same girl on duty stops her, and tells her she was barred. the devil kid tries to run past her anyway, but Lydia puts her hands out flat in front of her, palms first and stops the child from passing. The devil child runs up to her mother, starts screaming crying and insists my colleague had “grabbed her and thrown her out of the playspace”.

The mother then ran at Lydia, screaming and with her nails out at the ready. Another colleague restrained her while the husband starts screaming at Lydia, almost ready to punch her in the face, scaring Lydia half to death.

Lydia runs screaming across the floor, behind the counter where she is in hystrionics. The mother comes running across the floor after her, trying to grab her. the Husband is still screaming at anyone in a uniform.

The whole store is in chaos looking at this. All work has stopped, all the customers have stopped eating.

the manager on duty comes out and is immediatyely met by the mother and father screaming in his face, who is now joined by the grandmother.

He stood there for about 10 minutes listening to them scream in his face, before politely asking them to leave for threatening a staff member.
I almost applauded.

McDonalds also allowed me my finest comedy moment ever.

A customer approached my till, and asked for “Bigmac Meal twice”.
I replied “I heard you the first time”.
he cracked up laughing and it made my night.

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I don’t want to be the kind of poster who bursts into a Beatles thread to post “The Beatles sux0rs” but…

With all the michegas going on over this Kankakee McD’s (Jarbaby, were the Nail Lady and the supervisor fired?), one McNugget of information has been omitted–McDonald’s toadburgers are cruddy, tasteless, and greasy poison! A Big Mac contains a whole day’s worth of calories, with nary a smidgen of vitamins or minerals. The saturated fat coats your arteries as it ruins your tastebuds. As for flavor, you might as well be eating salted, greasy cardboard.

Thanks for lettimg me get that off my chest.

Eat more fruits and vegetables. Death to the evil clown and his henchpuppets!

Sorry, I had to get that off my chest.

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Interestingly, gobear, the reason Faith got wind of this horrid incident was because of a fresh fruit and vegetable company which has a Doper employee (moi) and a fresh cut facility in Kankakee!

Of course we do supply the evil clown with cut tomatoes and lettuce, so go easy on the curses.

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I used to like Mc’D’s, until I left a #4 super-size half-eaten on my desk; nobody told me that fast food becomes retch-inducing when it turns cold; it was like a spell had broken, and the meal was revealed to be a pile of puke in a box, and someone had switched my delicious fries with a box full of dead, lifeless, tubers which from the texture might have been switched with polystyrene packaging materials. In this vomitous diaspora, the garish coke was mere 2 cents of tooth decay, 2 cents of stomach acid.

That’ll cure anyone of the habit.

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And people wonder why I refuse to eat cold fast-food fries.