McDonald's Menu Prices at 10525 West Parmer Lane ★3.5 (1131)

Their breakfast keeps me alive. Regarding the photo - this is not a full trashcan. It certainly looks like it is but it is not. This an example of a need to spend some time on the physics of the extension “snout” that McDonald’s drive-thru trash cans are fitted with. It is a great idea due to the convenience it provides in allowing a drive-thru customer to dispose of their trash with less of a chance that trash will end up on the ground. However, the snout does not have enough slope for gravity to successfully pull everything into the can. It only takes one small item to stick inside the snout and things start backing up. McDonald’s is known for their creative abilities with processes and systems. That’s how they got their start. It is certain that they could figure out a way for these trashcan snouts to better perform.

I’d like to commend the unwavering dedication of the team at McDonald’s for their bold stance on condiments. In a world full of uncertainty, it’s comforting to know that no matter how clearly I request “plain, no pickles, no onions, no ketchup,” this location will bravely ignore that request every single time. Drive-through? Pickles. Ordered inside? Pickles. Politely asked twice? Pickles, onions, and what appears to be a ketchup flood warning. At this point I’m fairly certain the ordering system automatically translates my request into: “Customer would like extra pickles, surprise onions, and a generous emotional support amount of ketchup.” We’ve tried everything: • Ordering through the drive-through • Ordering inside like civilized humans • Saying “plain” • Saying “PLAIN please, no condiments at all” • Even the advanced technique of “this is for a kid who will absolutely lose their mind if there’s a pickle.” Yet the burger still arrives looking like it just won a condiment triathlon. My working theory is that somewhere in the kitchen there’s a condiment vigilante whispering: “Not today. No burger leaves this building unpickled.” Anyway, see you again soon because the fries are great and apparently I’ve accepted my new role in life as Chief Pickle Removal Officer.

So happy in this economy I get to spend almost $10 for a McFlurry I get to mix myself and half eaten fries that I haven’t even touched.

This is a normal McDonald’s, but five stars because it is the first one in the area to get the McRib back this year

Every time I go to McDonald’s on Parmer I end up crying violently in the parking lot, deeply disheartened by the lack of the exquisite, my beloved, McFlurry. Every time, the empty, soulless suits of McDonalds Corporate see fit to leave the world aching with the pain felt in absence of their greatest creation, all because those penny pinchers don’t have a care in the world to fix their ice cream machine. Never do I cry regarding any matter, the exception being when I come to McDonalds, any McDonalds, hoping against hope, deluding myself like Charles Lecrelc at Ferrari, thinking this time will be different, that they’ll finally fix their ice cream machine, that I may be reunited with my beloved McFlurry at last. But alas, every time, such as with Leclercs DQs all to Ferraris fault, I am left alone in the parking lot, missing the presence of my Chocolate McFlurry, for what else could I possible think to share with my slightly less beloved dog Laney, besides that? Update: Laney is at the vet Update: Laney has passed due to chocolate poisoning? Never heard of that! The McDonalds workers must have poisoned my McFlurry out of spite when I had finally driven to my 53rd location and managed to find a working ice cream machine! Update: Charles Leclerc got DQd, Lance Stroll took pole. Update: My friend is suspicious about my dog, I think he’s into me. Summary: LowK I only go back for the Chocolate McFlurry. The vibe is really chill too, except when the workers are poisoning your McFlurries. Always get dine in.