5 Best Fast Food Restaurants near Dry Ridge

“It was a good meal of 3 way chili with 2 coneys with mustard and onion. Drive thru ok. prices are a little spendy on the fast food. Good Flavor.“

“I recently found myself cold wet and walking in the rain in dry ridge. I walked in and asked for a simple glass of water and to rest. the waitress, was awesome and invited me right in knowing I didn't have a penny at the time. the staff were all friendly, respectful and most importantly busy... not just with orders or chatting, but cleaning and maintaining the speed and accuracy of service and their work areas. a gentleman bought me a meal and it was hot, fast and made how I requested. great staff. great service. clean store. amazing atmosphere. definitely will be stopping in next time I head south“

“The cashier very polite. The crew seems to work well. My small chicken sandwich was hot with right amount of mayo.“

“Food was over priced and chincy but correct and fresh (at least it was hot). It will do in a pinch. We ate here on a road trip along I-75 so it was convenient easy off and back on the highway. The workers were courteous and helpful. The place was clean and the restroom stocked. No complaints except the general price for quite small portions.“

“Title: Papa John’s Fed My Soul — BP Tried to Steal It

I came to Papa John’s for a pizza. I left with enlightenment, emotional healing, and garlic sauce so powerful it probably counts as a sacred artifact. I don’t know what kind of celestial oven they’re working with back there, but that crust had the audacity to be both crispy and fluffy. I cried real tears.

BP is right next door, watching all this greatness unfold like the jealous neighbor in every sitcom. While Papa John’s is out here crafting edible masterpieces, BP looks like it gave up on life in 2006 and just decided to lean into the sadness. I parked in front of BP by accident and my car immediately got sad. It wouldn’t start until I turned it toward the glow of Papa John’s.

Inside Papa John’s? Friendly staff, golden cheese, good vibes, and a guy named Kyle who made my pizza with the focus of a monk in a trance.
Inside BP? Flickering lights, a sticky floor, and the lingering sense that you’re being watched by a raccoon with unpaid taxes.

Papa John’s gave me extra pepperoncini. BP gave me anxiety.

If you’re standing between Papa John’s and BP and you still choose BP? I don’t know, man. That’s a character flaw.“