Dairy Queen

My family has been going to this location since the 60s (I know-​it wasn’t Dairy Queen then, it was Candy’s). But we’ve gone to this Dairy Queen since it opened – until last Friday. We placed a phone order for three burgers, a couple sides, and two ice creams. Upon arrival to pick up our order, only one burger had been prepared. The cook yelled to his co-​worker that he didn’t see the other two burgers on the order because «…you covered it up!» After having to wait while 2 more burgers were prepared, food arrived home. Out of 3 burgers, none were correctly prepared. Two were missing bacon (which we paid extra for) and two had onions and tomatoes when those items were asked to be left off. All 3 burgers were cold (we live just 1 ½ blocks away) and tasted as though they’d been sitting all day. I’m not kidding. I don’t believe the buns had been warmed, and the burgers were squashed messes. The fried cheese curds tasted like fish (I suspect they’re cooked in the same rancid oil). Fries were fine (I imagine it’s pretty hard to mess up fries.) For this we paid $ 30.
The quality at this location has been steadily declining over the last year or two. There is definitely NO love put into the food here. We will not be back.

This place is pretty great. It’s like being transported to an entirely different place and time. Just moments from new buildings and restaurants, you’ll find this place, which looks like it was transported here straight from a small middle America town in the 1980s.
The food was what would one expect. The service was a bit slow but everything was freshly prepared and the workers were nice.

wow you close at 9:30 pm
and wouldn’t serve me at 9:31 because the big girl behind the counter was «off work». shameless bunch.

THIS specific DQ is amazing! it’s old school! no inside seating, just outdoor and order at the window. and there is a lovely write up on the side of the building about the family that has owned an operated this joint since it was established.
charming, classic DQ grub but most importantly the home of the blizzard and the dipped cone without the corporate overtones.
i’m a pretty natural food junky but when i’m going to indulge my love for chemical goodness of my childhood this is certainly one of my top spots!

good ol school dairy queen. reminders of high school and friends who worked there. straight up burgers and fries for my mom who lives up the street at the old folks home. she was pleased.

It’s Dairy Queen. The end. But aside from the obvious, I’ve lived near this location for over 5 years and I swear one of their hiring requirements is being rude. It seems as if they «try» to give good customer service, but it’s so insincere that it comes off rude. I hate going here. If only my children didn’t love the twice a year or so blizzard so much. Not to mention it’s not fast food… because this place is SLOW.

So I havent been to a dairy queen for anything other then ice cream in a long time and today I went to grab a quick burger… first off they have a 5 dollar meal I ask if instead of the sundae if I can have the ice cream in my soda cup to make my own root beer float. I was told no… not sure about that but whatever I continue to order. after 20 minutes of waiting finally my order is up. I get to where I was going I sit down to eat unwrap what was supposed to be a hamburger it was a cheeseburger I bite into it and it was so raw that it was still cold! ! Customer service sucked! And Food sucked! At this location! Bad enough to make a review!

The only reason I stop here is because the food carts down the street are either closed or deemed too long of a walk for me from the house. I’ve had a two instances of my order being incorrect from the seemingly lackadaisical staff, which doesn’t sit well with me considering food at DQ isn’t cheap. Unless you’re going for a Blizzard, I’d consider alternate options for food.

well I went to this Dairy Queen Saturday and it was closing but they let me and a friend get in an order before they fully shutdown for the Night! I had the ½ pound flamethrower Burger, small fries, and an Oreo Blizzard. all in all the flamethrower burger was very good, with the blizzard it was very good. This has been the first time going to an dairy queen in like 3 years!

They no longer have a $ 5 card minimum but the fries are not the best in town as they claim.

We ordered two small chocolate cones with sprinkles. They gave us the cones and we asked where are the sprinkles? They then handed us two small dishes filled about an ¹⁄₈ inch high with sprinkles. WTF! Secondly the ice cream didn’t cover the width of the cone. Dairy Queen please provide your employees with training on how to make a proper ice cream cone.

One of the better Dairy Queens I have been to. Don’t like that they have a tip jar, I guess that’s not something I’m used to for fast food. Why tip for an ice cream cone? I don’t like how small the drive through is either, and how it sometimes backs out onto Division, but what can you do? The guy I always see in the drive through when getting ice cream is always friendly. They’ve never screwed up my order and the food is always hot and fresh.

This Dairy Queen is hit-​or-​miss. I like the fact that it’s the old-​school layout with no indoor seating. Sometimes the service is great, but sometimes they will get your order wrong or at best just act sort of vacant and like they don’t understand what you want.
I do love the way they handwrite and hand-​correct many of their signs. I do NOT love the cup outside the window asking for «Tips for Great Service.» It’s a drive-​thru… don’t ask me to tip. Especially when you have another sign next to that cup that awkwardly demands fives and ones.

This DQ is crappy. I wanted to like it. I really did. It’s small, near a school/​park, has outside seating, has a window to order at…
But the prices are higher, the blizzards aren’t mixed well (you know the difference between a good and bad blizzard, don’t lie)…this is not my holy grail.

Every single time I roll up on this DQ with grilled cheese and a blizzard on my mind, the owner Don takes very good care of me.
The last 5 or 6 times I’ve hit the drive thru he has given me a free wild cherry soda and told me he will see me tomorrow. * which is embarrassing and although I am a regular of sorts, daily dq is gutbustin’ nasty even for me* The food and treats are almost as amazing as the service from the owner… Meet me at DQ!

«For someone who considers herself a Foodie, why do you have such low-​rent taste when it comes to ice cream?»
This question was posed to me one night by The Bud shortly after I blurted out that we had to go to the Dairy Queen right that very minute or the Earth itself would wobble on its very axis. [I’m aware it does this naturally, but I’m setting a scene of absolute melodrama here. For those who don’t know me personally, I’m occasionally prone to such outbursts.]
Yeah. I said it. I frickin’ love the damned Dairy Queen. No, I don’t eat it often, but when I have DQ on the brain, no amount of fancy gelato or dollop of vanilla bean sitting atop some phenomenal dessert in a fancy establishment is going to squash the desire. Nay, the need.
The only thing that quiets the beast is a DQ blizzard with Butterfinger and Oreo. There is nothing like it, and I know that 56^th and Division has me covered, every time. Their parking lot sucks on a multitude of levels, and their drive thru is a true oxymoron in the summery months. None of that matters to me when I get the calling — the giant DQ beacon in the sky. And I know exactly where to go to take care of it.

I feel like such a consumer whore. For reasons I won’t go into, my husband and I have been watching more TV in the past few weeks than we have in years and the repetitive commercials are oozing our brains. Thanks to nonstop DQ commercials we just had to have the new blizzard featuring one of the girl scout cookies.
We drove 15 minutes to this DQ for it. This Dairy Queen looks like it was built when the area was not nearly as busy as it is now. There’s no indoor seating, it’s a walk-​up window with a few tables outside. The parking lot is pretty small and the drive thru lane can only accommodate a couple of cars from the road. We noticed this as we sat outside, watching a woman on Division with her left blinker on to get into the drive thru lane for — NOT exaggerating — ten minutes. Like, she could have parked, walked up, and eaten in that time. We watched her blinking as we savored our blizzards, and then walked to our car and saw her parked, car on, still waiting for her food.
My husband ordered a burger while we were here and it was definitely made to order, it took a long time to come out. But he said it was delish.
The high school across the street from this DQ is jaw-​droppingly gorgeous.

Sweet zombie Jesus, this establishment has been around for 40 years. Are you surprised? Their chicken tender baskets are phenomenal… I challenge any restaurant (even Red Robin) to beat them. And the ice cream isn’t too shabby, either.
Dairy Queen, you are the ruler of all things frozen… and my heart.

Okay, so after that sunny lunch at the Pasta cart today, I made a detour on the way back to work. I went out of my way travel East up Division St. which is a maddening process btw.
My goal was clear, take the $ 2 Unilocal saved me on lunch and spend it on a gut busting blizzard from DQ. Today and today only, all proceeds of blizzard sales go to the Children’s Miracle Network. They even give you a sticker for it. Good deed for the month done:)
I do however, have two gripes:
1) there is a debit/​credit card minimum of $ 3.99– I’m so sick of this shit.
b) they did not carry the ultimate blizzard flavor which (if you don’t know & understand the glory already) is of course, banana cream pie! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the biggest fan of bananas, and I won’t touch a drink that uses banana as a base, but I would hip-​check a handicapped kid if he was trying to nab my banana cream pie blizzard. No joke. Don’t try to get between us, or so help me, I will go ape. And my hand slap stings like a mutha…

I mean what really is there to say? Do you like fried chicken tenders? Do you like sick burgers that melt the soul but clog your aortas? Most importantly, do you like one of a kind chocolate dipped cones. Or butterfinger blizzards? If you have said no to any of the above questions then you and I will basically never relate on any kind of normal level, and you should navigate far, far away from this page.
Everyday on my walk to Mt. Tabor the happy little picnic benches with cute little DQ umbrellas beckon me forth. The crack ladies with no teeth call to me like sirens with their shake mixers and burger flippers.
Sweet jesus take me home!
My hips and man boobs are deducting one sweet, deliciously fatty point from DQ.