Mcdonald's Restaurants - Calderdale

I rarely write reviews but disgusting ...simply disgusting. Typing this as I eat my clap cold excuse for a cheeseburger. Lord knows how long it's been sat there after being cooked. Talked into going by my daughter and realised why I haven't been for months. Daylight robbery charging for something bordering inedible. I'm fuming how they dare serve it. Ah well, you live and learn.

Awful drive thru. Got home to find Only half of the Big Mac was constructed with no burger in the top half, the chip boxes were only half filled, no straws for milkshake. Terrible

Specifically stated NO CHEESE on both burgers ordered and they both arrived WITH CHEESE. totally spoilt the meal as we hate melted cheese. not the first time a simple order has been wrong.

Don 't bother.. Every order has been wrong or missing items.. you never get your money back you just get a sorry and a 10% discount or drive in and we will give you the items .. with a house full of children that 's not a easy task and it ruins the whole concept of ordering food and paying a higher price in the first place.. Oh and they blame ubereats for there mistakes too, they people who just pick up what they are given and drive it to you.. Was once a great MC Ds but is now just a poor takeaway.

Today of all days I just needed some good old fashioned junk food, in full recovery mode from an unscheduled red wine hangover, I returned to my old friend McDonalds…. ‘Is that large?’ Was the question I was asked.. yes take me to largeville to feed this raging hangover that makes me sweat more than last months slimmer of the month hitting the scales after a week of cheating. The service was quick enough, but, upon parking up with visions of grandeur inside the brown paper bag…. Utter disappointment awaited me, the quarter pounder was on point, and for once had mustard on too, which has been missed by quite a few of my previous experiences of recent times, but my greed of ordering a LARGE meal was punished by the gods of carbohydrate and the large box contained the world smallest limp looking collection of fries I had ever clapped eyes on, it was emptier than a crackheads tea spoon drawer. The ‘fries’ flopped over like impotent old man’s pork sword, I have experienced more crunch in a packet of Haribo’s. A deep dark curtain of disappointment encroached me like my parents felt about my GCSE results 24 years ago. Poor effort McDonalds and not for the first time, you have let a borderline alcoholic poisoned man not get the help he needed. And no, the rest weren’t in the bottom of the bag like finding coins down the back of the couch.