Shawarma Max — Restaurant in Toronto

Everything was absolutely terrible. The kitchen and washrooms were both filthy, and I lost my appetite after washing my hands. It’s hard to believe a place serving food would allow its restrooms to be in such poor condition. Clean facilities are essential, especially when customers rely on them to wash up.

The grill tray in the kitchen was grimy, surrounded by old foil that should have been replaced. As someone who cooks regularly, I know it doesn’t take much time or effort to keep a kitchen clean. With so many affordable cleaning products available, there’s no excuse for neglect. When you serve food, hygiene isn’t optional – it’s a responsibility. The sandwich was just as disappointing. Stale oil coated the vegetables, and I noticed dust and flies on them. The overall lack of cleanliness was shocking and unacceptable. I’ll be sure to warn others not to buy from here. This experience was especially disappointing because Max Shawarma used to be a favorite of mine. When my husband and I first discovered it three years ago, it was spotless, and the shawarma wraps were delicious. We ordered from them regularly, two or three times a week. However, after moving away, I hadn’t visited in a while. Today, I was excited to return with a friend, only to be thoroughly let down. Eating here made me feel sick, and I regret having to leave this review. Giving one star feels too generous, but it’s required to post. It’s sad to see how far the...

ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!! AVOID AT ALL COSTSSS!!!

I don’t even know where to start. This was hands down one of the most revolting food experiences I’ve ever had. I walked into what I thought was a shawarma spot, but it felt more like a biohazard zone.

There were FLIES. Everywhere. Not one or two – swarms. Buzzing around the food prep area, landing on the meat, even crawling on the sauces and bread. One even landed in my wrap while the guy was making it — and he just brushed it off like that was totally normal?! Spoiler alert: it’s not.

The place smelled like something had died in the corner and no one cared enough to clean it. Sticky floors, overflowing trash bins, and a general aura of don’t eat here if you value your health.

I took one bite just to confirm what I already feared — the meat tasted like it had been sitting out all day (probably longer). Greasy, bland, and questionably warm. I threw it straight in the trash, and honestly, I should’ve just left the second I saw the flies having their own buffet behind the counter.

After that I asked the worker/ owner for a refund but he said he can’t do it and I ate the shawarma so he wouldn’t give me a refund at all.

Health department, if you’re reading this — send someone...

"Shawarma? More like Shame-war-ma."

I don’t know what kind of ancient curse I triggered by walking into this place, but I’m convinced I angered some culinary deity. First off, the smell—imagine a gym sock soaked in garlic sweat, wrapped in a wet pita, and left in the sun to contemplate its life choices. That’s the aroma that punched me in the face as I opened the door. I ordered the chicken shawarma. Big mistake. The meat was somehow dry and slimy at the same time, like it had been reheated by being shouted at. The “garlic sauce” was suspiciously close in consistency and color to expired glue, and tasted like it had aspirations of being toothpaste but failed. And the lettuce? I’ve seen more life in my sock drawer. It crunched like it was already halfway to compost. But wait—there’s more! Halfway through the wrap, I bit into what I hope was a bay leaf. It crunched like glass and tasted like regret. I’m still not sure if it was a plant or an ancient artifact. I left with a queasy stomach, a newfound fear of pita bread, and an existential crisis. Thanks for the memories... and the gastrointestinal trauma. Zero stars. May the health inspector find you before more...