Taco Bell

Four consecutive visits and four wrong orders at this Taco Bell. It’s starting to get old.
On my last visit after getting the wrong order the second attempt was undercooked from being rush ordered and there was no hot sauce despite my request for some.
I understand that there will be mistakes made in fast food, but there is a difference between making mistakes and being disfunctional. This Taco Bell is disfunctional.

Alright, so let me start by saying I have no expectations from a Taco Bell but that I’ll get a delicious diarrhea inducing layer of «meat» covered in what was once beans wrapped in a blanket of indigestion. However, when I drove by this hub of 2:00 AM drunken meal choices and noticed that they had a Sriracha Quesarito, I had to give it a try. I stood by the counter for about 45 seconds while someone who could be very loosely described as an employee carried on conversation with another employee about the good «booty» he had recently acquired. I placed my order for a Chicken Sriracha Quesarito box with a Cool Ranch Dorito Taco and paid with two $ 5 bills. Here comes the part that really set me off. I required change from my $ 10 which they did not have in the counter in bills so I said quarters would be fine, to which Dytazia, the customer disservice representative replied «Nah.» He then said «Hey man, I need some change.» To this, the manager, who seemed to barely be able to manage his own life, responded «Don’t we all?» Now after waiting for two minutes to decide to give the hard-​working gentleman behind the register change for a $ 20, I went to grab a drink. I came over to find him holding the cash he owed me out and not even making eye contact. Just holding it in my face. After what added up to be a 7 minute ordeal, I got my food and took off. When I opened this box, I discovered that the taco shell was broken, and they didn’t even give me the Sriracha Quesarito or chicken at all. Just beef. And still the upcharge for chicken.
I must say that I have worked a good deal of my life in the food service industry and I’ve had many days in which I was frustrated or upset. But never in all my years would I have ever treated a customer in the manner in which I was treated on this day. If you want your Taco Bell fix, go to the one on College Street. The employees at this fine institution are giving the restaurant that we know and love a terrible name.

Following a football game, our order was lost and ended up taking almost 30 minutes. They goofed yet for some reason kept pushing our order to the back of the line. Standing there, I witnessed the most deplorable kitchen practice I’ve ever seen in any restaurant. Order after order was being returned for being incorrect. The manager stood there and watched as his staff served returned items to other guests. Disgusting, lazy, pigs.

It’s Taco Bell! It’s not real Mexican food! It’s great for not being real. What’s sad is when the people there can’t pronounce things correctly… nor will they know what you’re talking about if you can pronounce the food how they’re supposed to be pronounced. I get the wrong order sometimes.

Same as any other Taco Bell; You’re guaranteed to have all your condiments on one side of your burrito.

It’s Taco Bell. They don’t have any spiffy dog to talk to you about what kind of chalupa you should eat or anything like that, but they do have poor college students working behind the register and in the back where they make your food. The food that is actually delivered to the counter is more than likely the remnants of the worst food that these college students refused to eat. That is at least what it seemed like when I visited this fine establishment.
The food is barely edible and reminds me of those long freshman nights when I was trying to see how much I could eat an drink without any thoughts of the consequences.
Why anyone would go to this place is beyond me unless they have been drinking all night long and want a little bit of something in their stomachs to try to survive the night without alcohol poisoning.