7 Best Fast Food Restaurants near Williamstown

“Your typical Subway. On the smaller side. Staff has always been friendly.

Vegetarian options: Can get a veggie sandwich, soup or pizza. They will pretty much make whatever you’d like.

Parking: Not an issue

Wheelchair accessibility: Yes“

“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'm from out of town and always thought Cincinnati chili sounded a bit odd, so I figured if I was in the area I need to put my money where my mouth is. Everyone was helpful and very pleasant. I got the 5-way chili, and it hit the spot after a long day at the ark museum. As far as regional dishes, I think my eastern nc barbecue nudges out Cincinnati chili a bit, but five stars all around.“

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

“Absolutely wonderful! We stopped in on a 4hr road trip. My wife went inside to order our food. The Manager apologized as soon as she reached the counter that she was there with herself and only 2 other employees. I have to say that they did a fabulous job! They all maintained absolute professionalism and to be honest our service was quicker than other Arby's that were fully staffed! Thank you for a great job!!“

“It’s a very Good crew!!!!“

“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.“