Restaurant Review, McDonald’s
1215 Magnolia Ave Corona, CA
92879
The flower running mother over tile love gifting ketchup
napkins against the diet float’s ice somersaults, me her son cherishing cobalt
trays of golden waste because of Quarter wrinkles and Mac layers to cloudy
hills mostly golden, #118 the Quinta prior to return. Picture Magnolia! McDonald’s is so tender for change despite
gearing up for public belongings of land and fame, so particular that eggs are
nearly exactly shaped up to their folds of imagination while Ronald Clown finds
pool children. “Chicken Nuggets are
great!” McDonald’s has instruments for
cooking that go with the fryer tunes, grill pops, evening sandwiches, all made
for attractive pollution when checks and balances combine to intrigue employees
toward customer edification if not dining entertainment. It enchants a believer that a smile can have
an eclipse of flesh! Corona McDonald’s
is California Autumn by table color selection and drink fountain wood, although
newspapers for sharp red furniture (upside down lamps) don’t complement their spotty
reflections because of their proper ink.
Corona McDonald’s group of laborers may not sparkle with obvious
happiness to a blind hater, but a young cashier’s grin reminds me of charming
monsters on TV. I’m forcing the reader
to make educated guesses about my complicated memes because my childhood waned
with McDonald’s soft brown touches of arches, boxed nuggets, shoveled fries,
Olde Ronald Friend Crackers and eclipsing chocolate raindrops. McDonald’s food has lots of shapes for
personal nostalgia to which I give in about, and dad’s amigo from the venturous harbors still owns McDonald’s worn vintage
mug for pillow fluffing his bench.
Corona McDonald’s has tremendous shadows above tile love with furnished
wipes, indicating that Magnolia Crown through geometrical art related to
children meals and quirky prices. It’s
not that McDonald’s is expensive, but that there’s gradual relations of offers
which coincide with fingered measurements of wowy compromise: “I’m loving
it.” Believe McDonald’s for some reasons
you’d have for trusting Farmer McDonald; as I think about it, critics can be
deceptive. McDonald’s serves beef that’s
more meaty than Circle K’s multi-ingredient beef and has totally less high
fructose corn syrup. (Of course, I try
to pronounce all ingredient names and just make some sounds up: what’s the
alphabet for my cat’s tongue?)
McDonald’s varies their language trends of syntax and inter-textual
clichés for tray advertency, menu board hype, bus postings, and sliced Happy
Meal buckets; so over the years, McDonald’s kind of creates their own holidays
(not for fasting, although it’s fast) relating times like “Fish Filet Tuesday”
or what I call Afternoon Breakfast.
Plenty of fish will be fried: 70’s call.
I wonder why McDonald’s has not given me a Soft Serve McFlurry with
Peanut M&M’s or coffee drinks with cherries; but to contradict my spirit, I
use McDonald’s Sweet & Sour Sauce for pasta dishes along with Popeye’s
Honey Mustard: I almost think like another alien. McDonald’s charms me with sweet simplicity;
Corona McDonald’s rules an angled dining home.
The Big Mac is a tall mac of secrets.
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