McDonald’s Durham Arnison Centre

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March, 2016

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McDonald's Durham Arnison Centre

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As many of you will already know. Kids love McDonalds. My grandkids love Grandma’s Yorkshire Puddings, but sadly they love McDonalds Chicken Nuggets even more.

I try to fool myself into thinking that it’s the cheap toys that the restaurant give out with kids meals that attracts them most, but as soon as the tray hits the table they get stuck into those triangles and potato sticks as if they haven’t eaten for a fortnight.

Last Sunday, Mothering Sunday, we had agreed to share the babysitting duties with the other grandparents, while Mum & Dad spent the weekend in North Yorkshire.

So unlike most grandma’s (and grandads) being treated to a celebratory lunch last week, we had our Sunday Lunch in McDonalds!!

We expected that it would be reasonably quiet, with Mothers everywhere being feted in Hotels, Pubs and posh restaurants. But we were so wrong.

McDonalds in this location was heaving, and were it not for some very kind people we might have waited some time for a table, but noticing two stressed out oldies trying to placate two three year old hungry twins, they took pity on us and gave up their table somewhat sooner, I suspect, that they intended. Despite the place being really full, two members of management occupied one table discussing the business.
Ever heard of customer care guys?

My personal taste buds are not even slightly tickled by McDonald’s offerings, but unfortunately I was outnumbered even though I foot the bill.

This particular branch is in serious need of some refurbishment as a lot of the seats are torn and padding exposed.. There is a distinct lack of continuous cleaning of floors and table tops which deters anyone’s appetite apart from the kids who probably couldn’t care less. The ordering process is so rushed it’s ridiculous and if you need napkins and straws or sauces that’s another queue you have to join.

After several trips to the toilet (why do kids always do that) it was time to go (Thank you, thank you … there really is a god).

When you leave your table, you’re expected to pile all your leftover stuff onto the tray and join another line of people and dump it into a communal waste bin.

I can’t wait until Father’s Day!

Colin Wills

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