Taco Bell

Had the best experience tonight at this location. I ordered my stupid little burrito. It's from the old days. Beef burrito with cheese & extra red sauce. It's like an enchilada outside in. I drove up to the window & the manager thanked me for being the nicest person to him all day. He said he's working hard to turn the reputation of this store around. My food was hot & fast. It was done right & they were so friendly. I'm sad people treat fast food workers so poorly but the location deserves some recognition for effort. Good job Taco Bell KFC! You have the best attitude for success & I hope you achieve the results you're after. :)

Two words.

Taco Hell.

I’ve never been to such a scene before, but I will recall it as best I can. That is, if the English language is good enough to describe what happened.

Me and my family of 3 little girls and my wife were on a road trip. As we passed the Taco Bell I felt a seemingly spiritual and guttural feeling surrounding this place. I needed to be there, but I felt like if I stepped in I would never step out.

We entered.

The (likely) high school senior at the counter, with his pimply face and Rolex on one wrist, produced a sound that resembled “what would you like to order?” But it came out as a snarl. Like he was a predator taunting his prey. My wife was shaking and I held her hand to make her feel better. I told the girls to pick a spot and sit down, but my little one, Susie, argued. She said the older two were making fun of her. I said I’ll deal with it later and in that moment I saw her lack of motivation to continue arguing. She sat down and put her head on the table. The beast behind the counter continued to roar out his required incessant replies to our inquiries. It came to a point where I’m sure neither of us were listening to each other. I ordered 20 tacos and we all plunged in and ate. After the 4th taco I started getting queasy. I rushed to the bathroom, hoping I never left a trail on my way there. By the time I opened the door I realized what was happening.

Mexican food in America is no different from flavored laxative.

I threw a small child off the toilet to sit myself down. I couldn’t stop it, it just kept flowing. The toilet automatically flushed. Twice. In the first minute. Did you know that’s a thing? Auto flushing? It happens usually when you’re pouring water in the toilet or if for some reason it’s already too high of a water level.

I digress, I couldn’t stop the flow. It was like a chocolate fountain of pain and dross disguised as tacos.
And that’s where I’ve been ever since. I’m still here in the bathroom, just spiritually. I’m a ghost posting my review from Taco-Hell. The last time I ever remembering seeing someone’s face for what it was was my daughter Susie. It’s a shame it was such a hopeless face.

Anyway 4/5 because the cheese melted nicely on the beef.