McDonald’s

Absolute dump. Filthy and was solicited for change while eating. Don’t bring loved ones anywhere near here.

It’s a bit shady downstairs. But if you’re planning on eating in, it might be a good idea to go upstairs. It’s a lot cleaner and not as shady. Washrooms are ok.

I like coming here for a drink or coffee and to charge up my phone a bit. It’s a nice place but it sometimes smells because of the people in the area who obviously don’t wash themselves. The staff work hard to keep it as clean as they can and the service is fast but they can’t control everything. Sometimes beggars will come in and try to get money or sell stuff. Wifi almost never works but there are lots of outlets around to charge your devices if you can get a seat. It’s a small place and gets packed some days. There’s a TV upstairs that plays a low quality muted version of CP24 and occasionally a foreign business news channel. Surprisingly the TV. Hasn’t been stolen and sold for drugs yet. Still one of my favorite places to grab a soda and stay for a short while, make sure to sit upstairs if you can! Washrooms are generally clean but the sink is weird looking and there is no mirror. The place could use some air freshener, bring your own perfume or cologne for good measure.

Needed a quick fix for the kids who were getting hangry. Two happy meals later they seemed to calm down a bit. The layout of this Micky D’s is terrible packed like sardines when entering the line is chaotic with little to no room for a double stroller. Also had to hoof it up stairs and carry everyone up the narrow staircase for seating. This place was dirty… like NYC dirty.

Most McDonald’s have a little jar by the till that you can put change in to help charities. This one cuts out the middle man and has homeless people actually come to your table to ask for change, such a convenient touch.
Also really good Chicken Nuggets. Try them with sauce.

Why is it no matter how busy this location is, the burgers are always old? I almost never get freshly cooked meat, and the same goes for the chicken nuggets I bought the other day! It’s really disappointing, because otherwise I like this location. The fries are usually fresh, the employees are fast, and the place is usually clean. You’d think since this location has such high competition, that they wouldn’t be taking their customers for granted. If you want a good McDs experience, the location at Yonge near Wellesley is always hot and fresh.

I didn’t enjoy my meal as I was harassed my homeless people for food and my burger was dry and over cooked. Also tables and condiments areas not clean and well maintained.

Its a super busy McDonald’s, the staff works hard and have to deal with stabbings and other sketch people. Lots of respect to these hard working people just trying to get by in life. Still… its McDonald’s. 10 outta 10 service but the food sucks

I am not a fan of McDonalds or any fast food joint for that matter but this place does have great specialty coffees. Service is generally pretty fast here too and in all fairness the staff here work in a very stressful location.
The 2^nd floor has a great view of Spadina and there is free wifi. They should try and make more of an effort to keep the bathrooms clean though.
I can’t comment on the food here because I have never ordered food here, but as I mentioned they have a great selection of coffees (cold and iced) at prices much better than Tim’s or Starbucks.

To be honest, they only thing I have ever ordered here was free coffee in the morning (so slow but it was free so I have to have understanding even if it made me a bit late for work!) and ice cream on a summer evening (cheap and delicious and satisfying). The entire restaurant is never very clean and from my few experiences, the service is slow– but hey, it’s mcdonalds and they give out free coffee sometimes! JOY!

Weird layout, always busy and the people waiting to pick up food stand around the order queue so you never know who’s next. Also I’m no food snob but grey chicken, seriously?! Over sauced and poor quality meat.

If you’ve ever wanted to struggle through a Quarter Pounder while choking on the inescapable scent of hobo pee, boy, do I have the place for you!
Look, I’m not saying I go to McDonald’s expecting to have a good experience. I don’t go to McDonald’s because it’s good, period; I go because it’s *consistent*. It’s *CONSISTENTLY* bad. Beyond the twice-​a-​year Big Mac cravings we all shamefully experience, I only wind up at a McDonald’s because I have no other choice, and I resign myself to it because I feel I generally understand the depths to which I’m going to sink. I eat at McDonalds in airports, and cities in which I am lost and starving, where being indoors late at night is recommended for safety. Think Detroit. Don’t get me wrong, I’d give the average McDonald’s an average 3 stars, maybe 4 stars if it was really nicely appointed. You don’t judge McDonald’s locations on anything but their own exclusive scale, and I’m cool with that.
But sadly that’s not the case here. As you may’ve noticed, my review is one star, which is frankly one star too many for this particular McDonald’s location. I wound up here because after I got my order across the street at Burger’s Priest, I couldn’t find a seat because the place was crowded with entitled hipsters taking up chairs despite not having their food yet. Struck with a moment of inspiration and convinced I was a genius, I decided to grab a seat at this McDonald’s mere steps away, justifying my existence there with the purchase of a Coke and some fries. It was the perfect plan; I’d have the free refills so callously disregarded at the Priest, and I’d eat my burger with plenty of elbow room to spare.
That was the plan.
Unfortunately on this particular occasion, the upstairs floor of the McDonald’s was closed «due to flooding.» I wasn’t sure what kind of flood would close the second floor of an establishment without closing the ground floor, but whatever. I got my Coke, my fries, and grabbed a seat by the window. Tearing into my Priest burger it hit me; a wave of odour so disgusting it was barely fended off by the shield of aroma from my Bacon Cheeseburger with Smoke. As long as I kept the burger within six inches of my face, and my mouth full of house-​ground beef and melted cheese, I was fine momentarily. Thus, I survived for the brief term of my meal. But moments after the burger was over and done with, the surroundings overtook me and I fought to control the urge to hurl my body through the plate glass and straight onto Spadina in an effort to escape. It was awful. It was the worst thing. I’m convinced the «flooding» upstairs was some concerted effort by wild local animals to mark their territory, by urinating *everywhere*.
If you’ve seen a few movies in theaters lately you might have watched a particular commercial running before the trailers. In it, a man and a woman meet for the first time, and in a nod to Linklater’s «Before Sunrise» they wander the streets of Toronto, engaging in a conversation neither wishes to end. Confronted by closing storefronts and the impending 2 AM last call, they take refuge in a McDonald’s, ending in a tableau where the two of them share a view of the sunrise from the second floor of a 24-​hour McDonald’s. The McDonald’s in that commercial is THIS McDonald’s, the couple sharing their late night dialogue while enjoying the view of the city from the closed-​to-​me-​due-​to-​dubious-​flooding second floor. And I feel that as ghetto-​adorable as that commercial is, it should end with a notice of caveat.
This McDonald’s is not a place where romances go to begin, nor to thrive. This McDonald’s is where romances go to destroy themselves, one urine-​scented moment of heartbreak at a time. No love has ever grown here. Nothing, in fact, has ever grown here. Plants wilt. Children become stunted.
Don’t believe the commercial. This place is hell with french fries, and it is where love goes to die.

I like the location of this McDonald’s, right in the heart of a busy downtown area. In saying this, I would have liked it if it was bigger inside, when i walked in, it was unbelievably cramped… the use of the squiggly line up was very useful!
I didn’t have to wait too long for my order despite how packed it was. There’s not much seating on the first floor, but they have a staircase leading to an upper level with a good amount of tables, and a TV. I sat up there to devour my meal, and really enjoyed the view… its nice to be elevated a story! The thing I disliked was that there were some shady characters, but you can’t blame the company for that.

At 6am this McD’s is open. And it’s the first place selling coffee that I found wandering east on Queen St. after realizing I was out of coffee at home. Along with the late night crowd, this beacon of familiarity is a magnet for international tourists and anyone from around Toronto not familiar with the independents and just want comfort food that will taste just like any other McD’s on the planet. The staff move at a placid place, unmoved by their obviously cosmo surroundings knowing that they are in an island paradise where you can get a coffee and a free muffin for under $ 2. This morning, they seemed a little stunned, and barely following thru with orders from customers repeated and repeated again just to make sure and there could be less delays. Ah McD’s, carry on!

This is my favourite McDick’s location in the city.
It was near my old office, and I often indulged in the sausage and egg McMuffin combo. Most get with coffee or OJ, but I’m partial to their tiny apple juices. They look like urine samples which is gross, but AJ is a cure all.
Mornings at this location are made extra good by a girl who works there named Princess. Yes, that is her real name and she is the funniest and most efficient McDonald’s employee in the history of the world. She holds it down hard.
At nighttime this location is particularly scary with floods of drunk and high people, but who doesn’t enjoy a cornucopia of characters? I know I do.
Man, now I’m craving McDonald’s.
PEPPER POINTS: For hiring my girl Princess.
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You know what — I admit it – I do like some things on their menu. Especially for breakfast.
But this location even manages to screw that up. I order a medium latte and a sausage and egg biscuit (not the combo).
The coffee comes and I wait and wait and wait.
Finally they ask me if I want anything else.
DUH! How about the sandwich I ordered!!!
Oops, can’t find the bill — some over-​zealous counter wench threw it away (which I brought to her attention when she did it and she ignored me)!!!
So they get me the sandwich (JUST a REMINDER — ALWAYS ALWAYS check your order).
So I don’t (I was in a hurry) — but part way up the street I decide to and YEP you guessed it – totally wrong order).
So I go back and tell them, and they hurriedly get me a new one — and the rude server did not apologize (although her boss did). But nothing for my inconvenience — I mean they could have given me a coupon or something.
Get real McDonalds! You want people to come back — you better step up with the service!
I have to STOP going to this Mc-​e-​dees!!!

This location has been reno’d so it’s now the McCafe concept. Other than that it’s still the hub of drunken post-​bar debauchery that it always has been.
One night as I was stumbling home I stopped in to get a Big Mac combo. When I received my order I found that they had decided for that I wanted it upsized and had charged me for it with out asking. Because I was a good deal into the bottle I decided to keep my mouth shut instead of making a scene and ending up in the drunk tank.
My trip here last week revealed that the staff don’t have patience. They call out your order when they bring it up to the counter. Before you even have a chance to make eye contact with the person holding the bag (pun intended), they’re calling a second time.
Oh and to answer your question Vivek, a McDouble is a bun filled with regret and remorse.
Nov. 30-​day challenge ¹⁸⁄₃₀.

Once I walked in an ordered a cheeseburger and they forgot to put the patty in.

For a counter that is ceaslessly pummelled with a steady rotation of drug– and/​or booze-​addled louts, the McCrew at the Queen and Spads McDick’s are surprisingly mild-​tempered and serene. Perhaps exposure to the revolving door of skids that traipse through this place has made the staff apathetic and numb. Or maybe they are customers of the shaky guy in the leather pants with a literal pocketful of prescription downers. I wonder if MacDonald’s gets corporate rate?
This 24 hour dealie peaks right around last call, where you will no doubt encounter the wobbliest people in the the city. I was once asked by a probably-​not-​even-​that-​drunk Nigerian if I «like to dance… to music.» Buried in the liminal space betwen ‘dance’ and ‘to music’ is everything you need to know about this shack of drunken insanity and their ersatz-​eats.
I highly recommend nothing on their menu, but what do you care, you’re already wasted. If nothing else you’ll walk out of here with your senses molested and 15,000 calories in a greasy bag. (And what the **** is a McDouble?)
Obligatory Title Pun: McDon’t.
Menu Readability: Sang the menu: «If you don’t know me by know…»
Need to mention: This place sucks, but it’s open late.
What this place teaches me about myself: I actually do prefer music when dancing.

Ah, McDonalds, how you suck! However, this location isn’t so bad because of the late hours so we can visit after the bar.
This review is for the fun times I’ve had in this location — especially nights after the Cameron House!
Sometimes there’s live entertainment — courtesy of common drunkenness. Good times — especially after 2:00am!
The food still sucks! Four stars for the entertainment only!