Wendy's

Reviews

• GG

  gabriella

  Apr 10, 2026
  5.0
  Devin was the best person and so we cadence they were just so nice and funny
• BB

  Bridger Betty

  Mar 25, 2026
  2.0
  I went through the drive through and never got a straw for my drink. I even got told by the cashier that there was a straw in my bag. I had to run inside to grab one myself. They should hand you a straw when they give you the drink at the same time.
• KR

  Kevin Ramos

  Mar 4, 2026
  2.0
  This particular store puts WAY too much salt on their food. Their chicken nuggets are BLACK probably because they don't clean their dirty fryers. We used to live on the other side of town, and the Wendy's there is MUCH better. I recommend going there instead.
• BG

  Benjamin Gundersen

  Feb 21, 2026
  5.0
  I dropped my a Wendy's burger in-between my car seats once
• CR

  Carter Roundy

  Feb 14, 2026
  2.0
  There are few feelings in this life as humbling as standing at the counter of a Wendy’s, staring into the fluorescent abyss, believing in a free Frosty that never truly existed. The evening began with hope. The kind of hope that only the promise of a free Frosty can bring. The app had whispered sweet nothings into my notifications: “Free Frosty.” Two simple words. A beacon. A calling. I walked into Wendy’s like a pioneer arriving at the Promised Land — hungry, optimistic, and slightly overconfident. The air smelled of fries and shattered dreams. We approached the counter with the confidence of people who had read the fine print (we had not read the fine print). I presented my phone like a victorious knight offering proof of conquest. The employee glanced at it. Tapped. Paused. Tapped again. And then came the words that still echo in my soul: “That’s not eligible.” Not eligible? Not eligible?? The app had seduced me with its icy promises, only to betray me in my hour of need. I stood there, Frosty-less, staring into the void where chocolatey goodness should have been. But the tragedy did not end there. My friends, innocent and unsuspecting, ordered Biggie Bags. Simple. Affordable. Reliable. Or so we thought. Somehow, through forces beyond mortal comprehension, they were charged two extra dollars each. Two dollars! In this economy! The confusion at the counter was thick enough to spread on a bun. There were receipts examined. Eyebrows furrowed. Time slowed. And then… the nugget incident. One of us lifted a chicken nugget toward the light — perhaps instinctively, perhaps guided by fate. That was when it was seen. A gray thing. Not golden brown. Not crispy. Gray. A color that does not belong in the sacred realm of fried poultry. It clung to the nugget like a tiny omen. Was it seasoning? Was it a shadow? Was it a message from another dimension? We may never know. By the end of the night, we sat in the parking lot reflecting on what had transpired. No free Frosty. Extra charges. A nugget that had seen things. The Wendy’s sign glowed red in the darkness, as if aware of the chaos it had overseen. Would I return? Perhaps. Like all tragic heroes, I am drawn to the scene of my downfall. But next time, I will enter with caution. And I will screenshot everything. ⭐️⭐️ (Two stars. One for the fries. One for the character development.)

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