Taco Time

They need to upgrade this place. This place just seems really old and run down. I love the food and it tastes great. just wondering how well they take care of the cleanliness. They need to do something to keep up with McDonald’s or Wendy’s otherwise they will be going down.

First and last time going here for sure. Biggest reason is its WAY overpriced…$ 13 for a kids meal and a combo with 2 tacos, tator tots and a soda? No thanks. Tacos were nothing special and the kids meal «cheddar melt» is a sorry-​looking tortilla with some sorry-​looking cheese in the middle. Not a fan, won’t be going back.

I love their food. It is relatively inexpensive, filling and tasty. Their 4 for $ 5 deal is pretty good. I like their plates too. Not the actual plates, but the food that is on them. it is close to work and they are usually pretty fast. They are always really friendly to me.

Every once in a while people need a breather. The back is up against the wall. The shoulder is on the wheel. The nose is in the bag. Life closes in. Tightness grips your chest… and even tighter hand grasps your neck. Fleeing isn’t just inevitable it is the only move to make. Recently Rex had one of those moments. Forced to flee his home, his town, and his state for reasons that aren’t really that clear to him. Rex will tell you all dear readers… it happened 2 weeks ago. Rex had his game going. He was a big deal in the forbidden triangle… the deadliest triangle of them all… besides Paris Hilton’s vagina. The Chicken Feet… cash…Dust Off. You need a steady chicken feet supply… which Rex believes is a requirement for any real man. Then you get the cash, hit the office supply store and buy pallets full of Dust Off. It’s a rough game… but no shame in this game. So one night I am in the middle of the desert with 1000lbs of chicken feet and a bad Dust Off jones. The guy comes… Chuck «Charlie Chicken Toes» Childress… a vile subhuman. The kind of man who will sell his parents VCP to get money to buy more chickens. He is the worst kind of dealer. Untrustworthy. Selfish. Can take a really good blow to the head. «Charlie Chicken Toes» tells me that he won’t pay full price anymore. 45 seconds later he is on the ground getting Dust Off lashed. Rex feels strong. He feels proud. He struts… he sings… he beats his chest… he suddenly has a giant dented head Chicken Feet giver’s hand around his neck. One thing to do… a swift kick to the giblets. He is free… Rex runs. Rex forgets about his car… Rex runs back to the car… Rex barely makes it out of there.
Rex hides. Rex drives to Utah. Rex visits American Bush… they don’t take chicken feet for dances. Rex lives on the streets. He sells feet to school kids. Rex is not proud. Rex gets kids hooked on the easy money of the poultry trade. Rex survives.
After a particular good visit to a middle school Rex had some money in his pocket. Rex figures a little Mexican is good. The girls charge more than he has. They have all the feet they can handle. Damn kids. He goes for Mexican food. He tries Taco Time. He walks in. Tired. Cold. Hungry for something besides raw toes. He is asked if he wants to try the sweet meat burrito. Since his nickname in elementary school… all 6 5^th grades was Rex «Sweet Meat» Marvin… he buys it. He sits down. He eats. He eats another bite. He wants to vomit. He is sickened by the combination of sweet creamy crap and meat. He takes a crisp chicken burrito… he bites big. It washes away the horrible sweet taste. It is good. it is great. He is confused. He is high on Dust Off and Ammonia. How could the sweet burrito be so vile but the crispy burrito be so great. He tries The crisp taco. It is good, but not great. The Chicken Ranchero Burrito was excellent. Rex gets it.
Taco Time has some sort of crazy mental disorder. Some of the food is truly excellent for crappy fast food. Some of it is barf inducing torture food only served for the purpose of extracting information from terrorist groups. It isn’t cheap either… above Taco Bell… more like Del Taco… if Del Taco was a bipolar hooker trying to kill you for your wallet. Rex would rather be water boarded than try their food again. It is too big of a crap shoot… and this is from a man who once played Russian Roulette with 6 bullets.
Rex explained this to the manager… he made excuses… Rex smashed the barely eaten sweet burrito down his chunky gullet. Rex screamed «‘Sweet Meat’ has some sweet meat for you and your mom.» He cried. Rex smiled.
Rex is home now. Rex can relax. You can’t.
(This was dictated to «Charlie Chicken Toes»…payment for services rendered. Rex asked to be alone with the chicken corpses. I can’t look… I can only listen to screams of delight. Next is my suicide note. This isn’t a life. Kids… leave the chickens alone. — Chicken Toes)

I am not sure if the guy working here was new but he had no clue what he was doing. I only ordered 3 items and they messed up each item. They gave me cold mexi fries where I had ordered mexi fries with cheddar. I also ordered a bean and beef burrito with sour cream. I am not sure what they gave me but it had a lot of other thing like rice and lettuce. To top it off he was trying to give me a small cup even though I ordered and payed for a medium. I eat here 1 – 2 timesa month becaue it is close to my work, and it has normally been good in the past. Just not today.