McDonald's Westgate — Restaurant in Henderson-Massey

Golden Arches, Endless Craving A beacon bright, a neon sign, A rendezvous, a dining shrine. A global brand, a corporate might, A taste of comfort, day and night. The golden arches, a symbol bold, A promise kept, a story told. A burger joint, a fast-food king, A culinary journey, a satisfying fling. The sizzle of the grill, a hungry sight, The aroma wafts, a pure delight. A world of flavors, a crispy fry, A milkshake's sweetness, a reason why. A Big Mac's grandeur, a Quarter Pounder's might, A Filet-O-Fish, a flaky bite. A Chicken McNugget, a crispy treat, A Happy Meal's joy, a childhood feat. A drive-thru window, a fleeting glance, A quick pick-me-up, a second chance. A late-night craving, a midnight run, A salty indulgence, 'til the day is done. A playground's laughter, a child's delight, A birthday party, a colorful sight. A family gathering, a shared meal, A moment captured, a feeling real. A worker's uniform, a friendly face, A thank you's warmth, a saving grace. A minimum wage, a tireless hand, A fleeting moment, a shifting sand. A corporate giant, a profit's gleam, A marketing machine, a capitalist dream. A supersized portion, a guilty pleasure, A calorie count, a fleeting measure. A cultural icon, a pop culture craze, A social gathering, a youthful haze. A nostalgic memory, a bittersweet sigh, A fast-food empire, reaching for the sky. A soda fountain, a sugary sip, A diet coke, a hopeful grip. A supersized drink, a thirst's delight, A calorie bomb, a fleeting night. A fry's crunch, a salty kiss, A ketchup dip, a perfect bliss. A greasy finger, a guilty smile, A momentary pleasure, a worthwhile while. A drive-thru speaker, a rushed command, A hurried order, a hasty hand. A paper bag, a plastic cup, A fleeting moment, a careless slip. A parking lot, a crowded scene, A hurried meal, a rushed routine. A quick escape, a hasty retreat, A momentary pause, a life incomplete. A global brand, a local haunt, A familiar taste, a comforting taunt. A guilty pleasure, a secret vice, A fast-food fix, a...

Update: this place wasn't great to begin with but its managed to go further down the hill. I got parked up for a normal drive thru order, no big deal but wasn't given a straw, fries were barely warm and not salted but the burger was the worst. All of the sauce and mayo was on the side of the burger in the box along with most of the lettuce. The worst put together burger I've seen. I'd been waiting long enough at that point I couldnt be bothered arguing. Sort yourself out ! 4 years ago review: The food you get here is well put together and fresh. But the place itself and the way it is run is shocking. Its not cleaned regularly, service is incredibly slow and every single time ( which is not often anymore) I go through the drive thru for breakfast and/or a coffee I get parked up and wait 10 minutes. What is the point of the convenient drive thru service if, like I have a few times, had to walk in once waiting 10 minutes to remind them about my coffee. There have also been times people have been waiting at the counter to order because they don't know how to use self serve were ignored to be told once they got some attention that the staff would just prefer for them to use self serve. They have also closed early despite a carpark full of people coming in to order saying they'll just have to go through drive thru that was already queued onto the road. Avoid this McDonald's. The numerous posts on the West Harbour community page are all the proof you need that this...

I’m near death writing this. At 9pm on Friday night I wanted to treat myself, just to a little burger, I was nothing but a hungry boy. I ordered my burger, chips and medium Fanta and it got to me with such grace and care. I prance inside and sit down, excited to eat my meal. I eat it and I am fine, the only unpleasantness is the coldness of the chips but that’s what I get for using Doordash, that’s entirely my fault. I finish my food and I get a small stomach cramp, nothing major, maybe it’s my lack of water? I go to sleep a few hours later thinking my stomach pain will be gone by the time I wake, how I wish that was true. At 3 am I wake up to a hellish sound emanating from my stomach, like god had punished me for all my wrong doings and sin by putting a hell hound inside of me. I sprinted up and got to the bathroom as quick as I could, prepared for what satan himself forced onto me. I will spare the gorey details but I woke up my cousin who is an extremely heavy sleeper. Once I was done I went back to bed and minded my own business and I wish that was the last of it. Two hours later I was awoken again with the same pain and same noises. The same thing happened to me and God bless my toilet for carrying through. Mcdonald’s west gate you have cursed my entire bloodline, I do not know what sick game you play at but something will be done, my family...