McDonalds

A Big Mac is a Big Mac! Not sure how to go about reviewing a McDonald’s… Like again, a McDonalds is a McDonald’s… Ha ha! World renowned fast food chain!

Looking at my previous reviews I’ve visited quite a few bars… I’m amazed I haven’t written a drunken review telling you all how much I enjoy curly fries etc. etc. etc. To tell you the truth, I’ve never been much of a fast food person.
Anyway, I went here for breakfast. I had overindulged somewhat the night before and was advised that I would feel a lot better if I had a double sausage and egg mcmuffin with a cup of coffee. I normally don’t accept advice from people in pubs but I was feeling especially wretched that morning. I thought the worst thing that could happen would be that I’d be put out of my misery.
I’m going to stop you right there before you decide I’m going to tell you that it cured my hangover. It didn’t… In fact, it had absolutely no effect on it whatsoever. It was a tasty way to start a hangover day though! I’ll give McDonalds that…

I think this place gets a bad rep… OK, the food is exceptionally bad for you yada yada yada but if you are gonna do it, do it here.
It is always clean and its somewhere for me and junior to hide when herself wants to go into the shopping centre.
also… and totally worth noting… it was Irelands first drive through McDonalds!

Desperate to grab lunch fast in order to hit the road for a weekend away and beat the leaving Dublin traffic, I stopped at Nutgrove with the intent of going to Eddie Rockets… which is now closed — you live and learn, I saw the McDonalds and thought «fuck it, might as well go for my bi-​monthly big mac» … it was like a dream of a McDonalds… the kind of McDonalds that you see in ads but are sure doesn’t really exist anywhere… it wasn’t empty but there was no queue… I ordered… the food came almost immediately … and even more shocking it wasn’t luke-​warm heat lamp temperature — my burger was hot… and yet the lettuce wasn’t partially cooked… it was like… like… a decent actual burger.
‘What a fluke” I thought. they must have just happened to make it seconds before I ordered. But then a thing happened to me which hasn’t happened in living memory… the chips were hot as well. Feeling a little overawed I took in my surroundings and realised the furniture wasn’t made solely of plastic and nailed to the floor. The seats had some soft furnishing which dampened those high-​pitched tones of petulant childhood that is in every, single McDonalds, even when there are no actual children present… or maybe all the kids were, as I was, humbled by this dining experience that they could only speak in hushed tones…
I mean it had to be a fluke, it just had to be, there’s no way it can be like that all the time… even the toilets were clean. I must be psychologically damaged that I feel just a little bit cheated out of the plastic chair/​cardboard burger experience I’ve come to expect from McDonalds!