Bobby Salazar’s Taqueria

I finally gave this place a chance after other reviews from my family and friends. We ordered a family meal and got tacos and chicken enchiladas. The food was absolutely tasteless. Almost like they forgot the seasonings. So sad because I was looking forward to it. Won’t be eating here again.

Not worth it at all. Just stay home and make a burrito. I promise thw burrito you make will taste 1000% better.

I really had high expectations going here for lunch with my mom. I’ve had really good experiences with other bobby Salazar’s restaurants in the past. I went in starving and ordered 4 carne asana tacos only to find A HAIR IN MY TACO. It completely ruined my whole meal and impression of Bobby Salazar’s in general. Definitely will not be returning.

The first impression I got was how stoned the line cooks seemed. I’m completely fine with stoners making my food because they can usually be pretty damned creative and efficient, but these two guys just seemed burnt-​out stoned. I kept having to repeat my order as they were making it because the one guy kept grabbing for the wrong things. Maybe I’m being a bit harsh but it was a bit disconcerting because if I hadn’t the opportunity to supervise, who knows what the hell I would have ended up with.
The next thing I noticed was how most of the steam-​trays were in bad need of replenishing/​removal. Anyone who has ever worked with a steam-​table knows what crud can develop on the sides of an almost empty pan, or what a dried-​out mess food becomes when the pan needs to be changed. The meats they had all looked like leather with the exception of a new chili verde (complete with ripped through plastic wrap — a huge pet peeve of mine…) Went with their spicy beef on both my plates because it was the only meat (besides the plasti-​pork) that looked like it had any type of life left in it. Went through the line and paid and then off to the salsa bar. More empty containers (I’d say at least 90% of the trays were empty) and containers in desperate need of changing out.
Onward home. Just finished «eating» our dinner and both my wife and I came to the conclusion that the spicy beef was, in fact, leftover bacon from their breakfast burritos. Yes… bacon. Normally I love bacon, but when you’re expecting asada in your rico tacos and end up with a mouthful of chewy salted pork and cilantro instead, it’s kind of unsettling. Also, my «beef» chimichanga tasted like the rancid oil it was fried in. Seriously people… change the oil once in a decade. It’s now two hours later and I still taste the indescribably bad tongue aroma that lingers after subjecting your taste buds to old fryer oil.
Other than that, their bathroom was clean. I can give them that… they had a clean shitter.

Ordered a party platter from them and they gave up such an awesome mound of food that the thin aluminum tray gave under the weight and it all fell. They whipped up another tray super fast and I had about two days worth of calories in me soon there after.

I really wish this place was good since I live so close. There are too many great choices so I will likely not visit here again.

Had chile con carne and the steak was over cooked, like it was in the warmer table all day. It was dinner time around 8pm.
Service was fast and dining area and restrooms were clean.

Oh god, the service and food have really gone downhill here in the past few years. Today, the woman working put quac and sour cream all over my moms tostada. She didn’t ask if my mom wanted it or not, and then blamed my mom for not «telling her». Such rude service. Would give 0 stars if I could. Surprised this place is still even open. Needs to be on an episode of Restaurant: Impossible.

This place does not compare to the acual resturaunt. The service is not very good, like they dont really care about you or what your doing. The food is a whole different story. I have experienced cold food, food that you see and just do not want to eat. The lady who was working the front held out the tip jar like i owed her something. It is pretty much a fast food place why the hell would i tip you. Over all if you want good bobby salazar food you need to go to the one of the main resturaunts.

Get the shredded beef chimichanga and thank me later

Dislike. I have only been to this location once, but it is wayyyyyyyy to watered down from the way Bobby’s used to be.

I am not from this part of CA (in which there are many, many mexican restaurants to pick from), so I guess that’s why the other reviews are low (lots of competition).
However, I loved their salsa, I loved their portions and I had no real serious problems with their food. Service was OK, but not really fast. There is a short wait some nights.

My then boyfriend and I shared a nachos grande platter there two years ago to the day: May 2, 2005. We smothered the nachos with the pico de gallo and medium-​hot salsa from condiment bar, filled our huge glasses with iced tea and lemon wedges, and set to munching. This was right about 6:00 p.m.
About midnight I awoke with that heavy, cramping feeling in my gut that I just knew meant that the meal wasn’t destined to stay in my digestive system for long. You know the feel you get when you’d be a whole lot happier with life if you could just puke your guts out? Yeah, that feeling. So I went into the bathroom and hurled.
And hurled.
And hurled.
I was resting on the floor with my back up against the bathtub with the boyfriend stumbles in.
«Baby, whatcha doin? You might want to get out because I don’t feel so well,» he said as he dropped to his knees and hurled.
And hurled.
And hurled.
Since we had just the one bathroom, I left him to it there and crawled my way to the kitchen, where I dry heaved unto the sink for bit while more.
It was around 4:00 a.m. before either of us felt remotely able to have a conversation, which revolved around calling an ambulance if we weren’t felling better by dawn. Fortunately the puking had lessened by then, so we both called in sick and spent the day resting and drinking as much water as we could keep down.
The next afternoon we had a post-​food poisoning recap of events. We recalled that the guy who made our nachos wasn’t wearing gloves. He put lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese on our food with his bare hands. We remembered that there was no sneeze shield over the condiment bar. We decided that any one of a number of things could have resulted in the biological war we fought the night before.
The boyfriend and I are no longer a couple. He got married a year ago, and I have moved on to another relationship. But we still keep in touch. And neither of us have been back to this Bobby Salazar’s since.

This is THE spot to hit when you’re craving Mexican food in the Central Valley. Their Monster Burrito is not to be missed: a gigantic flour tortilla stuffed with your choice of 1 meat and 4 fillings, this delicious thing has gotta weigh in at around 2 pounds (student IDs also make it ridiculously cheap). Bobby Salazar’s seafood menu is equally tempting, offering such standout items as fish soft tacos and a shrimp burrito.
Whatever you order, don’t forget to try their guacamole; this is one restaurant that knows how to treat an avocado.
Every Bobby Salazar’s Taqueria I’ve visited has served up great food, but this Clovis location easily offers the best ambience. I would, however, recommend staying away from the «express locations» (in convenience stores throughout the Central/​South Valley); because they are independently owned (and because they are next to fucking gas stations), their food simply cannot compare.