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Kendra Haynes
2 days ago
If the world was doomed to end and our only chance of survival depended upon this location getting an order correct, we would all be screwed.
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Sherry Lewis
May 10, 2026
Disappointing.
It is mother's day.
I was the only customer inside. No line on drive through.
I got a box of dilly bars and a medium ice cone.
The kid who prepped the cone showed it to the cashier girl, both laughed and handed it to me anyway.
Maybe a inch and a half ice cream above the cone. I should have taken a picture of it.
I suppose I will go to a different Ice cream location in the future.
Ordered a chicken strip basket. The toast was burnt and the fries were cold and crunchy like they had been fried in week old oil and left to sit. I’d have to be desperate to eat at this DQ again.
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Bridgette Gallagher
Apr 24, 2026
I ordered a hot fudge sundae, which is my usual DQ order at any DQ location. The person at the cash register did not understand the order. I asked for everything on the hot fudge sundae and he gave me a blank stare and said they “have lots of toppings”. I said, I want chopped nuts and whipped cream and a cherry. Then he said “cherry dip”? I said no, a maraschino cherry then the manager said they don’t have cherries at this location. We waited a while for the hot fudge sundaes, and they came out sort of like cones in a cup with barely any hot fudge, whole peanuts, and then they looked at me with a cup of whipped cream on the side and asked if it was OK if the whipped cream was on the side. I’ve been going to Dairy Queen’s for a long time and I think that sundaes should be pretty simple? Lastly the vanilla ice cream was not creamy. It seemed like a watered down icy version of the soft serve you would get at a cheap Chinese buffet. Sad. Skip this location.
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Hannah Adsit
Mar 22, 2026
While watching my royal choco ultimate brownie blizzard finish being made, the manger yells at the girl making my blizzard “Don’t flip it!.” The girl quickly, but guiltily takes a glance at me to see if I heard (I did) and sets a sloppy blizzard on the counter with, you guessed it, no blizzard flip. I ponder calling them out on it, but let it slide. I pick up the blizzard, smeared with sticky chocolate on the sides of the cup. Silently disappointed at the sight of my treat, I clean it off with a napkin and tell my husband “They didn’t flip it.” Suddenly, as if I pulled an alarm lever, the workers turn around from their blizzard making and gaze nervously at me. I still say not a word, and merely continue cleaning off the cup. Surreptitiously, I hear the manager whisper in the background “Are they still standing there?” Yes, we were. I decided to not be a villain and ask it to be remade, as they were quite busy, but when we started walking out I did have satisfaction smugly waving goodbye to the staff who fully knew that I knew.