Vivianne in Trafford

Fantastic! Best wingstop in the North West. Clean, quick service and food was hot and tasty

Unfortunately it is the closest McDonald’s to us so deliveries come from here. We don’t order often but every time we do we have at least 1 item missing and they refuse to resend the missing item unless you order again (which costs more in total due to delivery & the fact that they don’t make it easy to claim money back). Very disappointing, we will think twice about ordering from McDonald’s again as we can’t rely on getting what we order (literally happened five times within the last two years and we maybe ordered eight times in total. Wish I was joking).

Sometimes I wonder what Grimace himself would make of McDonald's Stretford. Take a trip down Chester Road and upon passing Stretford Mall, you'll feel the gravitational pull of the ever-familiar golden arches, their glow as bright as a star set for supernova. A brilliant lie, sold to us by the soulless. Grimace was colourful, too—perhaps even gaudy. He was big and round and kind of silly, but somewhere in his googly eyes was a deep tenderness, an unwavering awareness of the responsibility he held to mankind as a bulbous purple vassal of its largest fast food retailer. McDonald's Stretford is an affront to Grimace's memory. It is receiving the wrong burger. It is tucking in to the bitter disappoint of stone cold fries. It is painfully slow service when you're in a rush. It is a knife through Grimace's swollen, plum-shaded heart. Now, as McDonald's tries desperately to salvage its already rotten reputation, it refuses to let our smooth-headed lavender angel rest, instead offering us his blood in the form of a crude, berry-flavoured milkshake. Welcome to a world where churches might provide apple and blackcurrant squash at holy communion—a world symbolic of everything wrong with modern McDonald's. The Stretford branch wears its wounds proudly, choosing to let them fester and decay, polluting every aspect of its service from quality of food to waiting times. I recently placed an order for delivery and found one of my burgers (the key component in a meal costing over £10) to be missing. Grimace wept. I've been sitting on these thoughts for a while. Heavy is the cross. I believe we owe it to those no longer here—to the fallen heroes, to the Grimaces of the world—to stand up and demand a return to a McDonald's that cares. Even writing this, I fear for my safety. Who knows when Ronald and his mob of brightly-coloured thugs might come knocking. They already silenced Grimace. Who next?

Been in here a couple times as we travel a lot. Never fails to amaze me. Today i had the pleasure of being served by Megan & Janice who were a lovely pair of girls and were always smiling. Giraffe will always be my favourite spot for food in Manchester Airport! Recommend to everyone.

Nasty attitude, arrogant and impolite staff, not going back again.