McFoxy, terrible eatery? (5 photos + text)

Quite recently, a fast food chain McFoxy opened, and by chance I had a chance to visit one near the station. From the outside, there were no signs of trouble, although the facade and the terrible-looking lightbox with transilluminated photographs and absolutely fantastic names raised fears of disappointment. When I started filming, albeit on my mobile phone (sorry, but I didn’t have anything else at hand at that moment), the security didn’t show any sign of it and actually went outside to smoke.

Right in the first hall, where the kitchen (the second one is on the second floor) there was this above your head.

There’s a table like this along the wall, you pay, you stay, you eat, you go.

They saved money on the steps and installed this instead of special tiles. The miser pays twice, now you will always have to buy these stickers. Although, the floor was still sticky and so were the steps, double savings, and on a good cleaning too.

Technical third floor.

The hall doesn’t need any special comments; it’s uncomfortable, shovel-like, and has a decent-looking catering service. It doesn’t matter whether people are comfortable, the main thing is to cram in as much as possible, sit on an uncomfortable chair, look at one of the two cheap TVs (the only attribute of the interior), sniff the toilet and leave. The toilet consists of two doors, behind each of which there is one stall waiting for us, which I did not dare to open, a terrible stench hits my nose, and the doors open straight into the hall to people who are enjoying their food and the view.

Oh yes, actually about food. Burger, I unfold the paper, there is a lousy-looking bun, inside is a slice of tomato, a drop of mayonnaise, unmelted cheese, it smells like a cutlet in any case. I bite, and oh Gods, those who came up with the technology for preparing this culinary masterpiece will be cursed, it tastes like a pressed bun with a taste of meat. Burger aside, I take a sip of cola, and naturally, as expected, soda with a slight cola taste. What remains is potatoes, the top layer is not much different from potatoes in poppy seeds, and then they seem to be steamed, soft and disgusting. And finally, the paws themselves, it would seem that something could be screwed up here; in principle, if you peel off the overcooked skin, you can eat it, but even here we managed to screw it up, the second one turned out to be half-baked.

And finally, the actual bathroom of high culture and everyday life (apparently it is cleaned once every few hours).

I won’t say “don’t go, don’t eat,” go, eat, but this is the most striking example of what not to do.