Mcdonald's - Filderstadt

Why did I do that to me? Visits to the golden gull are for me just as a relic of youth in the 90s, as are synthetic trousers, plastic pacifiers on the necklace and blue gums. At that time, consorts and I were much at the local McDonalds, standing before or after the ice disco or a visit to the right disco, always connected to Reinkomm Roulette. Now I'm back here, but why?! The equation is simple, the experience cutting... Katha (old friends x 3) Nostalgie dusselige idea Let's start from the front. We're getting into the snake that's in front of us for fast food. Decent discussions about the places in the queue are pre-programmed, because here there is an entropy. Everyone, where and how he wants. We're in the middle of it... astonishingly, the mess actually goes apart and I'm on it. I choose a McChicken menu. “No, I don’t want Maxi. No! Not Maxi, really not. No, not really!” Uaaah here must have someone meet the Maxi quota. “Yes, with mineral water.” Unbelievable view. I wonder if the water tapping column was last asked a long time ago. “No, no ketchup and no mayonnaise to the pommes.” It's a bit rough. I'll wait. The other order cross and across from the megalluminescent card that drowns over the head of the staff. Paying is fixed, none of us have to scrape his last pocket money together and empty all the compartments of the backpack to find a few more cents. We're still picking up snorkels and napkins, then we're going to the non-sticky table. Clearly an improvement to the past, where it was quite sticky in places. I poop the drinking snorkel from his paper prison, stuff it through the drinking snorkel hole in the cup, try my water and kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt. Here Bonaqua comes from Glacier and is served with ice cream. Brrr. Something hot on it, I dare at the Pommes. There are two classes of Pommes in the bag. There are the rubber cuffs long and sleek... and there are the rake dragons, small pointed biesters, who like to rally right into the palate. Rubber cuffs and rake dragons are solid salted. Very solid. The McChicken is also quite special. The bunny is cheesy at the top, cheesy at the bottom, and in between a panned piece of chicken of special color. In the world of 16 colors VGA graphics this would be to be called brownish here. Looks like dead, it is. Mayonnaise jumps up, and under it, well-cut, small-skinned salad crawls. It tastes what it looks like and warmer Burger has been experienced. A sip from the glacier cup flushes down the burger and the crèle salad, the then ordered McKaffee is quite good, strong and fights successfully against the fried frescoma. We all agree that the '90s are over and we will roast our burgers again. So a well-stirred honey mustard dressing and rake dragon-free, crusty rosemary potatoes and chicken in buttermilk panade, we all prefer now. Two stars for fast, stressless food, a star for cleanliness and good coffee. Summa summarum three stars, more do not allow throat dragons and gumsticks.

Why did I do that to me? Visits to the golden gull are for me just as a relic of youth in the 90s, as are synthetic trousers, plastic pacifiers on the necklace and blue gums. At that time, consorts and I were much at the local McDonalds, standing before or after the ice disco or a visit to the right disco, always connected to Reinkomm Roulette. Now I'm back here, but why?! The equation is simple, the experience cutting... Katha (old friends x 3) Nostalgie dusselige idea Let's start from the front. We're getting into the snake that's in front of us for fast food. Decent discussions about the places in the queue are pre-programmed, because here there is an entropy. Everyone, where and how he wants. We're in the middle of it... astonishingly, the mess actually goes apart and I'm on it. I choose a McChicken menu. “No, I don’t want Maxi. No! Not Maxi, really not. No, not really!” Uaaah here must have someone meet the Maxi quota. “Yes, with mineral water.” Unbelievable view. I wonder if the water tapping column was last asked a long time ago. “No, no ketchup and no mayonnaise to the pommes.” It's a bit rough. I'll wait. The other order cross and across from the megalluminescent card that drowns over the head of the staff. Paying is fixed, none of us have to scrape his last pocket money together and empty all the compartments of the backpack to find a few more cents. We're still picking up snorkels and napkins, then we're going to the non-sticky table. Clearly an improvement to the past, where it was quite sticky in places. I poop the drinking snorkel from his paper prison, stuff it through the drinking snorkel hole in the cup, try my water and kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt. Here Bonaqua comes from Glacier and is served with ice cream. Brrr. Something hot on it, I dare at the Pommes. There are two classes of Pommes in the bag. There are the rubber cuffs long and sleek... and there are the rake dragons, small pointed biesters, who like to rally right into the palate. Rubber cuffs and rake dragons are solid salted. Very solid. The McChicken is also quite special. The bunny is cheesy at the top, cheesy at the bottom, and in between a panned piece of chicken of special color. In the world of 16 colors VGA graphics this would be to be called brownish here. Looks like dead, it is. Mayonnaise jumps up, and under it, well-cut, small-skinned salad crawls. It tastes what it looks like and warmer Burger has been experienced. A sip from the glacier cup flushes down the burger and the crèle salad, the then ordered McKaffee is quite good, strong and fights successfully against the fried frescoma. We all agree that the '90s are over and we will roast our burgers again. So a well-stirred honey mustard dressing and rake dragon-free, crusty rosemary potatoes and chicken in buttermilk panade, we all prefer now. Two stars for fast, stressless food, a star for cleanliness and good coffee. Summa summarum three stars, more do not allow throat dragons and gumsticks.