On our way to Winchester, Virginia, late this afternoon, my husband wanted to get some gasoline and a cup of coffee. Off the exit, he missed the gas station’s driveway, and turned into the “Mickey D’s” driveway instead. We really didn’t need the gas, but he definitely wanted a cup of joe!
So I decided to go in with him, trying to remember the last time I entered a McDonald’s in the U.S., and figured it’s been at least 15 years. Frankly, we were both pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. I’m still quite shocked, honestly. Warm and inviting with “nicer” furniture and a fireplace in the middle of this “restaurant-feel” made this road stop a true winner, even for a $1 cup of coffee!