Fast Food Restaurants near Red Lion

“Great service. Merry Christmas“

“Literally the only place that's never screwed up one of my orders. I may have been short a straw or napkins, but as far as the food, everything that's supposed to be there, is there, everytime.... And it's well made and well packaged, everytime.“

“This location always has some of the nicest staff. Always willing to do help with special requests. (Especially for my pup) Drive thru moves very fast compared to others in the area.“

“I got the BEST Qt ponder deluxe meal!!! Not the first time either so gotta shout out!!! LOVE how everything ❤️ including fries 🍟 were hot 🔥 n ready!!! Soooo good!!! But the best part, my burger was made with love and care and sooo delicious 😋 😍 THANK YOU!!! I hate a sloppy one or when I get basically no tomatoes and that's the whole point in my opinion of the order (I love tomatoes 🙃). THANK YOU whoever MADE MY NIGHT. Work/life is hard, I appreciate you more than you know. Love this particular McDonald's for great consistency, customer service, and ultimately best food.“

“My son's sports team had a large, recurring catering order for his spring season. The franchisee and the entire team at this location were great - orders were always accurate and on time, and the team was very helpful. I recommend this location for any large, box-lunch orders.“

“***Had to come back to edit after another visit!!!***

I love coming here almost weekly with my toddler, DJ has always went above and beyond for her! Even pulling specific toys once! Food is always good and exactly what we order. I can’t complain about prices either, definitely the cheapest of the ones right here (Wendy’s and McDonalds) definitely recommend coming in and eating!

2nd visit- I can honestly say the hospitality here goes above and beyond Kylie and the other front worker Dino were so extremely kind! Went above and beyond to find a way for me to purchase second kids toy. Then nozzle on coke was spraying syrup, Kylie came directly out to fix and clean everything. She was so friendly! Then Dino the front worker even just came to double check we got out second toy! Definitely recommend here for families!“

“This pizza Hut has had it's ups and downs just like everyone does. But now, WOW!! You can see the staff actually caring and trying to make sure they do right by the customer! You can see the time and effort that they put into making sure that everything is good for you! I really like how they have changed things around! Way to go to the team and WONDERFUL job!! Keep up the good work!!“

“I'm not sure about the atmosphere as I did pre- order on the app and drive-thru for pickup. But they messed up one of the sides, and the order wasn't ready even though we had a 15 minute drive before we got there. Food was still good, just not fast or 100% correct.“

“I’ve been an Arby’s enthusiast since the moment I first locked eyes with a Beef ‘n Cheddar under a heat lamp. The meats. The sauces. The curly fries that spiral like edible golden springs of joy. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could prepare me for the day Logan Brilhart saved my Meat Mountain from certain doom and secured his place as the undisputed hero of fast food. It started like any other glorious day. I rolled into my local Arby’s with a hunger so fierce it could humble a linebacker. I ordered the Meat Mountain—Arby’s greatest culinary creation, a skyscraper of sandwich engineering containing roast beef, smoked brisket, turkey, ham, chicken tenders, pepper bacon, Swiss, cheddar, and enough beef to make a Texas BBQ pit weep. I paired it with curly fries and a large Jamocha shake, because moderation is for cowards. I could already feel the protein surging through my veins. I pulled into a parking space to admire this meaty monument before devouring it. But fate had other plans. As I reached for a fry, tragedy struck. The Meat Mountain shifted in its wrapper like a tectonic plate. In slow motion, I watched it tumble from the passenger seat, do a full somersault mid-air, and explode onto the car floor like a deli-flavored grenade. Brisket on the brake pedal. Bacon wedged under the seat. A rogue chicken tender slid into the cup holder. My life flashed before my eyes—and it was all sandwiches. Just as I began to descend into a despair so deep Arby’s sauce couldn’t reach it, the restaurant door flung open with a dramatic WHOOSH. Enter Logan Brilhart. Hair tousled from the wind, visor tilted at a confident angle, name tag gleaming like a badge of honor. Logan didn’t walk—he strode across the parking lot like an action hero late to a meaty showdown. He assessed the situation instantly. With one look at the sandwich carnage, he nodded solemnly and said, “I’ve trained for this.” What happened next defied physics, logic, and several known sandwich safety guidelines. In one smooth motion, Logan leapt into the passenger side, scooped up a fallen tender mid-roll, caught a sliding slice of Swiss with his bare hand, and reassembled the entire Meat Mountain with the precision of a brain surgeon and the grace of a ballet dancer. I blinked, and the sandwich was back in its wrapper—intact, warm, and somehow even more majestic than before. But Logan wasn’t done. He noticed I was frozen in shock and gently handed me the Jamocha shake with a reassuring smile. “Drink. You’ve been through a lot,” he said. Then, as if guided by divine beefy forces, he pulled a fresh packet of Horsey Sauce from his pocket like a cowboy draws his six-shooter. “You’re gonna need this,” he whispered. As I took my first bite of the restored Meat Mountain, I swear I heard angels sing—low, smoky voices harmonizing in meaty reverence. I looked up to thank him, but Logan had already returned to the Arby’s kitchen, likely to wrestle a fryer into submission or mentor a young sandwich apprentice. Word has it he once defused a barbecue sauce explosion using only a pickle spear and a napkin. Another customer claims Logan memorized the entire Arby’s menu by scent. One kid even insists Logan slow-roasted a brisket using the heat of his own charisma. All I know is this: Logan Brilhart is no ordinary employee. He’s the Chuck Norris of cheddar melts, the Indiana Jones of au jus, the guardian angel of sandwiches. If the Meat Mountain is a monument to flavor, Logan is its fearless protector. To anyone reading this: run, don’t walk, to your nearest Arby’s. Order the Meat Mountain, extra sauce, and a large dose of destiny. And if you’re lucky—really lucky—ask for Logan. If he’s working, your day will be saved, your sandwich will be sacred, and your faith in humanity (and horseradish) will be fully restored. Arby’s has the meats. But Logan? Logan has the magic.“

“Great place to eat. Food is tasty.“