Wendy's - Pittsburgh

I absolutely loved the strawberry frosty—it's really delicious! The crispy chicken is also very flavorful. I would definitely order this again!

The Hot Honey spicy chicken sandwich is consistently excellent. This time, it didn't have as much sauce as usual, but it was still tasty. The chili is always great. The fries weren't the best, but that's par for the course with any fast food place. Still, I think they're better than McDonald's.

It’s usually an amazing experience here, but tonight the bacon was overcooked and the drinks were incorrect.

Very very cold food had to heat it up and that wasnt a very pleasant taste

As we wait in the corner of the parking lot, we shiver like a group of misfits. The tallest among us could easily swipe some of the sign letters. Soon, a silver Civic pulls up, and Tim hops out. We exchange greetings; he's the last member of our two-year reunion. "Are you hungry?" I ask. He nods. One more car pulls into the drive-thru. "Hi, welcome to Wendy's. What can I get for you?" "I'll have a 6-piece nugget." "What sauce?" "BBQ." "Anything else?" "Yeah, can I get a 10-piece spicy nugget meal with a Dr. Pepper?" "What sauce?" "What's with the translation? He's the one driving!" We all laugh. "Ranch." "Okay, is that all?" There's a moment of silence… "Okay, your total is $11.38. Please pull forward." "Uh, actually, can I add a 4-for-4 double stack with a Frosty?" A brief moment of chaos ensues as we cancel and re-enter the previous order. "Could you repeat that?" "Can I get a 4-for-4 double stack?" "That doesn’t exist." "What?" "They changed it. Now you can only get it with the Biggie Bag; you have to get a junior cheeseburger instead." "Okay, then a junior cheeseburger, please." "Sauce?" "BBQ." "Drink?" "A vanilla Frosty." Silence. "We're close to closing; no Frosties." More silence. "Okay, then a Sprite." "Alright, is that all?" "Brandon, do you want anything?" "Nah.” "Nope, that's all." "Your total is $15.83, please pull forward." We inch up to the window, feeling both close and far from our goal. The exchange feels reminiscent of Michelangelo's "The Creation of Adam," as Tim reaches out with his left arm just enough to pass his credit card to the worker, who looks a bit annoyed. After some effort, we finally receive our food—mission accomplished. At 11:05 PM, we drive back to the parking lot with our bounty while the drive-thru line still hasn’t gotten shorter. "Hey, where's my sandwich?" "I don't think you get one with your nugget meal." "You can have mine; I wasn't really hungry." "Yeah, we ate a few hours ago." We munch on our food for a bit and then decide to go back and order five Frosties. Without a second thought, we join the line again. After chatting and joking, we realize things are getting serious—we're almost at the order station, and cars are lined up behind us. "Let’s save her the trouble," one of us says, and we drive off into the night. An hour and a half later, we’ve said our goodbyes, and I make the lonely walk back to my car. The night is chilly, but I can't help but smile as I pass by the familiar sight of Wendy's. Its lights are off now, the Frosty machine has retired for the night, and the weary workers have all gone home. It's 12:30 AM, yet four cars still wait in the drive-thru line. I can’t help but smile wider as they take turns approaching the order station and then ultimately give up. More cars keep turning into the lot. 5/5. The worker was a saint, all things considered.