Mcdonald's - Algonquin

Yeah, it's a McDonald's and you know what to expect with the food. The reason this particular McyD's is so great are the people who work here. I keep the staff very friendly and the service is fast!

I think this story has been for me for some time to protect my identity. But I can't hold it anymore. It eats every day on my soul. So... here we go. I came here with my best friend Todd Mitchell in 2020. He was one of those who always wore a baseball cap and an oversized hoodie. We came to Frappe for a late night, but we didn't know what we wanted. (Schot, if my writing gets a little ashamed, I didn't talk about Todd in a few years). So anyway... We go in and ask the vague European employees for two caramel scarves. He takes a step back as if we had said something offensive and reaches his arm through his leg. At this point we knew what he was doing. Todd copied the workers' movements with haste. It was a duel. I looked at the worker and then at Todd. Both had sweat to drip their foreheads like a freshly cared racing horse. I saw Todd's finger-twitch that stimulated a reaction in the European. He quickly took his ankle arm and laid 3 holes in places they should not be. Todd screamed in pain last time before he disappeared into the aether. The Europeans clicked on his holster and pushed the gun in. Then he continued to make both Frappes hurry. I drank both. One for me. One for Todd. Please like this review and share Todd's story with your friends and family. We will not let his memory die with his pride. R.I.P Todd (2002-2020) sincerity of yours; Shelly.