Mcdonald's Portland

Clean, efficiently operated, and easily accessible from the nearby thoroughfare, this particular location is a trusty go to for a quick snack or a small meal. I've been using the self-service kiosk for ordering, and the one time the McDonald's app failed to work with the "frequent fryer" loyalty program, the folks behind the counter were quite helpful in getting things sorted. There may be a tendency for people to think of fast food joints as the second class citizens of the restaurant world, but I'd like to recognize and appreciate consistent service and product regardless of the scale of the business in question.

It was a Monday afternoon, 5.23 I believe it was. We were starving, walking to McDonald's swiftly swaying from side to side as our stomachs growled. My aunty Shergoiney was complaining meticulously. Prior to our arrival at McDonald's we had witnessed the single most hilarious situation just down the road. An old man hobbling on the side of the street had been struck by a stray flying shopping trolley; where the trolley had come from, and how it had gained such momentum was truly a mystery to us. The man fell to the ground holding his thyroid. His wife (we assumed) was busy reading the posters on the side of the wall advertising hand cream. When she turned she yelped so supersonic that it pierced me and aunty Shergoiney's ears from across the street. As we giggled and hobbled to the ground in a combination of hunger and overstimulation my aunty Shergoiney had mistepped on the side of the road and fallen to the ground with incredible force (she is moderately overweight. we don't speak about it). Amongst helping her up in parallel to the old man across the street, we promptly started to make our way to McDonald's. Aunty Shergoiney needed ice cold water, and she needed it fast. In our confusion we walked into an apartment complex. We were flabbergasted but a nice young man provided us with an ice cold glass of water for aunty Shergoiney. She gulped it up and we made our way to McDonald's. There was a slight issue though, we no longer needed McDonald's for ice cold water. Aunty Shergoiney was just hungry (she's always hungry but after a big fall her stomach had opened like a frog after inhalation.) Upon arriving at McDonald's we had to push past a line of impatient people ordering food. Desperation was sinking in, and if aunty Shergoiney didn't get her food now I would have to give her a back massage at home, which takes hours. When we walked to the front of the line after heaving past some disgruntled customers (it wasn't really heaving. Aunty Shergoiney is like a bulldozer when shes hungry. If there was a literal term for an unstoppable force pushing past an immovable object it would be my aunty Shergoiney after a stomach growl. Shergoiney ordered the large combo meal twice for herself, I ordered a cheeseburger, I wasn't very hungry. The total came to $32.47. we were $2.47 short. Amidst the chaos of the line cutting and the lack of money we had, the cashier looked up deep in the eyes, and looked aunty Shergoiney deep in the stomach and said "That's okay we can take $2.47 off of the meal" Aunty Shergoiney nearly dropped to her knees and thanked the cashier. The food was swiftly cooked and we sat down near the corner of the McDonald's and waited for our food. The cashier stumbled around the aggravated line and brought us our food in record time. "Thank you have a nice day" she muttered walking back to deal with the horde of cheap mouth goblins waiting for their treasure. Aunty Shergoiney inhaled her food. It was gone within seconds. I delicately ate my cheeseburger while enjoying the view outside. The old man from the trolley incident hobbled past, holding hands with his wife (we think) who was holding a jar of new hand cream. They seemed happy together, much like me and my aunty Shergoiney. The old man did not look pleased however, as his walk slowed and he fell to the ground. We laughed from inside the store, and a couple of the line waiters giggled as well. While the trip to McDonald's may have been full of chaos and intense desperation, and while the cutting in the line may have not been the best idea (and part of the reason we were robbed later that day), we enjoyed our experience here, the staff as well as the food and atmosphere helped contribute to a story that me and aunty Shergoiney will tell till the end of the ages. Thank you.