McDonald's

I stopped here for some fuel before heading back to Columbus.  Big mistake.  I call it fuel because the quarter pounder I had barely resembled food.  The bun was the best part, sadly as the patty tasted like softened tire rubber and the ketchup was in some strange candy form.  The service was only slightly better.  The all high school crowd behind the counter took their sweet time putting my sandwich together.  They were more focused on goofing around.  The prank of the day involved entering a fake order... "Dude, dude, check it out! We're up to $300."  Um, yeah.