Burger Restaurants near West End

“Came here to NC to visit my aunty and uncle shop! Theyre food is delish and i maybe biased but im picky about my Quick fast fix and theyre food was so yummy im
Craving it again! We had philly, pizza nuggets and fries all so delish clean and welcoming atmosphere . Will miss it ❤️“

“Love the service…. The “Original” is certainly my favorite sandwich, make it complete with chips and topped off with one of Granny Gay’s cookies.“

“This first time visit at Lake House Bar & Grill won't be our last. Great food, cozy place, and nice staff. The hand cut fries were really good. They have many items on their menu that made choosing from among them tough. Looking forward to next time!“

“One thing I’ve always found at this McDonald’s is that they have friendly and helpful people. Generally, everyone is smiling, and provides good service. As per normal with McDonald’s, the food is what it is, but it is always hot at this location.“

“To describe my recent expedition through this McDonald’s drive-thru as a “disappointment” would be to commit a crime against language itself. No, this was not a mere inconvenience—it was a full-blown descent into the abyss of customer service, a fever dream of incompetence wrapped in grease-soaked paper and apathy.
I arrived with hope in my heart and hunger in my soul, expecting, at the very least, mediocrity delivered efficiently. Instead, I was greeted by the auditory equivalent of a malfunctioning robot gasping for its final breath through the drive-thru speaker. My simple order—one medium fry, a cheeseburger, and a sweet tea—was somehow translated into a chaotic symphony of confusion and delay. It took twenty-one minutes. Twenty-one minutes for what could only be described as the culinary manifestation of despair.
When I reached the window, the employee looked at me with the haunting, thousand-yard stare of someone who had long since abandoned all dreams and aspirations. My food was thrust at me with the grace of a catapult, the bag already translucent with oil, as though the fries had personally fought a losing battle against time itself.
The fries were limp, their once-golden glory reduced to pale shadows of their former selves. The cheeseburger was a crime scene—its cheese folded like a crumpled napkin, the bun askew as though it had been assembled mid-earthquake. The sweet tea, that supposed Southern nectar, tasted like the diluted tears of a disappointed angel.
I sat in my car for a moment, staring into the void, the smell of overused fry oil permeating my soul. This wasn’t fast food—it was slow agony. The kind of experience that doesn’t just ruin your appetite; it ruins your faith in humanity’s ability to operate a deep fryer.
To the management: what transpired that night was not a meal. It was an ordeal. A test of patience, spirit, and digestive endurance. I hope you one day look upon your drive-thru cameras, witness the chaos you’ve sown, and feel even a flicker of remorse.
One star—because zero is not an option.“

“Walked right to the cooler and found the perfect ice cream cake for a family member’s birthday. The staff member was very pleasant, timely and kind!
I read so many negative reviews, I almost didn’t even stop there but I’m so glad I did!“