341 South Vermont Avenue, 90020. Drive Through.
I remember one time I came to this McDonald’s when I was having a super bad day. On my way home I stopped here and ate so much fucking food. I can’t explain that urge. I think it’s just to get so overloaded with sensation that you forget about how stupid your day was. All that grease and feeling all bloated afterwards feels way more important than something that happened even twenty minutes prior.
And this is a good McDs to do that. Didn’t let me down today. Hyper. Fast. Service. I was the only one there, and it was like they were rushing to get me out of their face. Awesome. And the food was like a fucking home run. The fries: looked dubious at first. A little too brown if you ask me. Maybe cooked too long? Took a bite—those thoughts were immediately dispelled. Crazy good. And when they started getting cold by the end, I didn’t get all pissy, like, wtf? Instead, I just got kinda sad—cause they had been so good, and now that was ending. The burger was like, holy shit. I think you can see in the pic that they put on one like massive over-sliced, thick ass piece of cheese. And you know how I feel about the cheese—it fucking makes the burger. On point. The coke was flawless. Super fresh. Perfect balance of carbonation and syrup. Well done, South Vermont McDonalds. I’ll even forget how weird the dude that handed me my food look, and that he only gave me ONE PACKET when I asked for salt.
I give this experience an A/A-.