Sonic Drive-In

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2025-03-04

If I could I would give 0 stars!! Waited over 20 minutes for a coke and mozzarella sticks. Of course I asked for ranch and never got it. I would have left if I hadn’t already paid with my card. Do not go to this Sonic.

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2024-07-12

I ordered a larger chili cheese tater tot and the 1st picture is what I received. After I realized how small of an amount it was when I got to work, I went back to see if I could get it replaced the 2nd picture is the "replacement". The amount looks EXACTLY THE SAME, one is just thrown in the container while the other is strategically placed. The lady said that it was in fact a large and they measured out and that has always been the correct amount. I have NEVER received such a small amount on "large" chili cheese tot. I looked up a 2nd location, thank God it was like 5 minutes away. I ordered a large chili cheese tot, and the 3rd picture is what I received. Why are all of the locations using the same exact measurements to minimize confusion. I'm so confused, how can I get the same item from 2 different locations with different measurements within a matter of minutes of ordering after/before each other? I am only updating my review so that I might respond to the comment left by Sonic. Thank you for your response. But I will not call or submit a complaint. I just won’t go back to this location.

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2024-08-06

He sat down at his usual spot in the corner of his living room sofa having retrieved his long-anticipated Uber delivery, looking forward to the end of a long day. The soft lighting and gentle murmur of puppies provided a comforting escape from the noise of his life. He reached down to pet his dogs before longingly gazing at the beverage nestled snugly beside his meal, his usual - a Route 44 Dr. Pepper with Vanilla flavoring. "At last” he thought as he reached for the cup, eager to soon enjoy and savor the sweet 23-flavored, ecstasy-inducing concoction. But first, he sighed, thinking about his troubles. His job was on the line due to recent cutbacks, his marriage was strained, and his health was showing the first signs of decline. The drink was meant to be a small comfort in an increasingly uncomfortable world. When he felt the weight of the cup and its contents, instantly, he froze in disbelief. The glass was filled to the brim with ice, leaving barely any room for the actual drink despite frantically opening the Uber Eats app and confirming what he already knew to be true - his Uber receipt showed that he had clearly requested light ice as he had done hundreds of times in the past. His heart sank as he realized even this small respite was marred by disappointment. "I asked for light ice," he thought, trying to keep his mind clear of the rage boiling up from within his chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," his wife interjected once she realized the look of sheer horror on his face, but he couldn’t hear a word over the sound of his one simple dream shattering before his very eyes. He forced a smile. "It's okay, I'll manage." He took a sip, the cold biting at his teeth. The Dr. Pepper was diluted, the vanilla flavoring almost non-existent. It was as if the drink mirrored his life—seemingly full, but hollow and unsatisfying upon closer inspection. He swirled the styrofoam, the ice clinking together like the ticking of a clock, each sound reminding him of time slipping away. The delivery driver’s warmth couldn't reach the coldness he felt inside especially as she had already left him behind - just like all of the other delivery drivers he had come to know in his life. He thought about his wife, who had grown distant, and his children, who barely spoke to him anymore. His career, once promising, now seemed like a fading dream. As he sat there, the ice slowly melted, diluting the drink further. He watched it, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The noises bouncing off of the walls of his home faded into the background, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He realized that the ice, much like his problems, was taking over, leaving less and less room for what he truly needed. He finished the drink, the last sip tasting more of water than soda. He set the styrofoam down gently and stood up, leaving his wife and canines in the safety of the house. As he walked out into the night, the weight of his troubles pressed down on him, heavier than ever. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to alleviate the emptiness he felt. He headed home hours after midnight, each step heavier than the last. The drink with too much ice had been a small thing, but it symbolized so much more—a life where even the smallest pleasures were tainted by overwhelming burdens. I am “he”. He is me. That is all.