VegasEats : Viva McDonalds
A Conspiracy of Clowns
I've never fully understood the true gravity of the oft tossed about term 'intrepid reporter.' Usually, journalists tack it onto their stories in a goofball sorta way. By the book, intrepid means 'fearless, adventurous' and my dictionary uses "our intrepid reporter" as an example usage. I don't consider what we do here as 'journalism' either.
I hadn't expected much from my trip to Viva McDonalds other than a possibly goofy little story about how many fries were in a 'large.' I don't eat beef (allergic) and when forced or get the craving to do the fast food, McDonald's is usually my last choice.
Walking back to my room from Encore the night before the soft grand opening, I decided to make a quick detour into the brand new Viva McDonalds, built atop the hallowed low rolling ground of the old Westward, Ho!. Harrah's bought the property a few years ago and swapped it to Boyd Gaming for Barbary Coast. Harrah's ended up with the whole block down at Flamingo Road and Boyd had the option swap some land with McDonalds, moving the then-current McDonalds 200 feet away from their Echelon project to a new location next to Slots-A-Fun.
The result, Viva McDonalds, opened a few months ago to the usual Vegas fanfare. Being curious, and a slight bit peckish, I decided to give it a shot.