Vladia Vician 3rd period I went to McDonalds that is located off of Royalton Road. Walking into the restaurant, I grabbed the smooth metal handle on the door. I walked in and I could hear chairs moving, people talking. The Air conditioning was blowing along with the fans. The fry – fryer was going off, screeching with a loud synchronized beep and a phone ring along with ice filling up a cup, and scrapes of grill. I hear scuffs from people walking and change dropping along with kids screaming in Play land.
I could hear soda dispenser activating, door swinging open, noise from pressing buttons, and cash register opening and closing. I taste fries, the huge amount of salt and potato. The Dr. pepper had carbonation sugar and syrup. I taste the bland texture of bread, Letus, mayo and tomatoes. I feel my elbows touching the cold hard plastic table. There was grease left over from the fries on my fingers and the perspiration on my cup in my palms.
I smell chicken cooking, and fries being fried; that signature addicting smell of McDonalds. My drink smells a little bit and the ketchup sitting on the table beside me. There are vibrant colors on the play land thing with kids running around. I see parent’s sitting at the tables keeping an eye on them. The tables have chairs connected on one side and loose on the other. I see fried food and mayo, ketchup, wrappers, keys, phone, a dollar and change. The employees are working hard in their black uniforms.
There are illuminated menus with bolded white lettering, the umbers are red and there’s a picture for almost every meal. There are people also enjoying their meals. I see trashcans and soda dispensers; the white counter was speckled with sauces and trash, which made my hands feel gross. The walls are beige with a dark burgundy color lining the top edge. I see many windows, it’s open and bright. I see fancy lights, shaped as a cone hanging over most tables. And white tiling on the walls and I can see ice cream dispensers and a grill.