If this isn't the worst McDonald's in the world, the chain is in trouble. Loud, untidy, disorganized, the place offers only this solace: The Cheap Gourmet is certain any time he spends here is credited toward his hereafter time in Purgatory. So why in the world does he come back and subject himself to this punishment? Well, at times, Mrs. CG has a craving for a value menu double cheeseburger, with its adequate taste and fair treatment of her digestive system -- if it comes the way he ordered it, which is, usually, not. Contribution is in short supply here, too. It's the sort of location that gives Big Mac a small name.
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