McDonald's Menu Prices at 401 W Martin Luther King Hwy ★3.3 (643)

As someone who’s been coming here for the past 3 years, this location has disappointed me recently and I’m gonna have to give my honest review of the place: As a mobile user I can usually pick up on patterns when receiving my food. For instance, I use a code that allows a large fry for a $1 on a purchase. What they would do is place the fries on the side of the bag upwards so you couldn’t tell which size it is. Half the time the fries would end up being a medium. I had to start checking my bag because of this, and caught them doing this twice. The first time they insisted my order was a medium even though on the app it said it’s a large. The second time they put the fries from the medium inside the large and the container ended up being half empty. I usually do drive thru because the people inside are shady and they will try to cat call you if you’re a woman. The place is dirty and the soda machine is almost always flat. For the disappointing part, the last time I ordered from this place there was only one car infront of me. When I got my food the nuggets were old and cold, they gave me busted up sauce and the fries were so inedible I couldn’t finish it. I try my best to give them the benefit of the doubt but I can now see they don’t care even if you’re a regular which is upsetting. Overall I’m rating this location 2/5 stars manly due to how convenient is it and because some of the workers are actually polite to me when I come through. Everything else is a 1 star because of how they handle food, how they don’t like to fix their mistakes even when you call them out on it, and how they never have ice cream.

The owner of this store needs to get it together. They commonly don’t have ice cream or orange juice but advertise for it. Today I had to go inside to pick up an order to discover they didn’t have ice cream. Then told me I could have either a drink or fries to compensate but not both. Like why not just accommodate both since you inconvenienced me to begin with. Then I say no thanks just refund me and then they don’t know how to do a mobile refund. First Lady keep telling me to do it in my phone. I tell her I can’t. Second Lady tell me I have to have my card, but I paid with my mobile app. Then I ask how much is a cup of water because you know they charge for everything down to a napkin, and I was told a cup for water was $2.28 or something. I said how much is a bottle. She says $2.39 or something. I’m like so you’re basically charging for a drink. Meanwhile last month I came some lady tells me it’s $1.00 for a water cup. The lady today says well she doesn’t know who that was.. The food is normally fresh here, I’ll give them that. I don’t appreciate the lack of accommodation after the inconvenience caused by their company. And always not having something and now I have to go out my way to get a refund! Take it off the menu! Block it online!

Truly disappointed. After suffering from a low blood sugar episode I find that over half of my burger is pink . Fries were also cold .

I don’t know what dimension I wandered into, but the McDonald’s I visited today felt like the Twilight Zone of fast food. The moment I walked in, I knew I had made a mistake. The lobby smelled like a confusing mixture of mop water, lukewarm fries, and regret. I ordered something simple—a McChicken meal—you know, the fast-food equivalent of tying your shoes. Somehow, they managed to fumble every part of it. The bun was squished flat like someone had used it as a stress ball. The chicken patty was so dry it might’ve been mummified. And the lettuce? Let’s just say I’ve seen fresher greenery in a bag of shredded homework. The fries… oh, the fries. Cold. Limp. Tragically soggy. It was like they were fried last Tuesday and reheated using the power of disappointment alone. The service? I’m convinced the employees were competing in a secret contest called “How Slowly Can We Move Without Actually Becoming Statues.” I stood at the counter long enough to question my own life choices. When my order finally came, the worker didn’t say a word—just slid the bag toward me like a hostage exchange. The drink machine was out of ice, the napkin dispenser was empty, and the ketchup pump made a sad wheezing noise like it had seen too much. All in all, this McDonald’s has achieved something incredible: it has made me rethink everything I’ve ever known about food, patience, and the limits of human endurance. Would I return? Only if every other restaurant on Earth has burned down and this one somehow survived.

Crew was rude didn’t give us the monopoly pieces that were suppose to be on there boxes or cups