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26/08/2026: The McDonald's in Flanders has reached a pinnacle of technical excellence. Meat: evenly seared, perfect Maillard reaction. Bun: airy texture, elasticity controlled to the micron. Fries: crispy edges + fluffy center = equation solved. Result: a consistency no Michelin-starred restaurant dares dream of. Here, you eat with the rigor of a scientific protocol. It's better. Period. But then, things take a different turn. The toilets are disgusting. Dungeon level. You push open the door and it's like Dark Souls in real life. Slimy floor, suspicious puddles, you have to do parkour to avoid stepping. Final boss: the toilet bowl that hasn't been flushed since the last World Cup. Smell: a mix of burnt fryer, dead bleach, and despair. It assaults your nostrils like an uppercut. Soap? Nonexistent. Toilet paper? A myth. The hand dryer? It wails like an air raid siren but only blows out lukewarm air. You get the feeling that if you stay five minutes longer, you'll have to sign a pact to get out alive. Graffiti on the walls, an overflowing trash can, drips of unknown sauces strung together. It looks like there was a Big Mac war and nobody won.

12/07/2026: Great experience, fast service, friendly team. I also want to thank the staff who managed to find a bag I had forgotten. I also had a good laugh when I realized they had pranked me with a little hidden note (I didn't understand why my games were mixed up, then I had a good laugh). Anyway, good luck and keep up the good work, I'll gladly come back!