Taco Bell

I don’t really do fast food a whole lot nowadays, but the kids working here were polite and fast with our service. They even hooked it up with taco bell’s brand new Diablo sauce which isn’t in circulation just yet.

Absolute worst coffee EVER, I can’t even pretend to drink this. Blegh. 3 stars because the dining area is actually clean. But 1 or 2 stars for this stuff I’m forced to drink they call coffee. I think I might actually just send it back and get a fountain drink. :-\

When I first moved over to this side of town and discovered this Taco Bell I was über excited and was excited that they were really nice. I was used to people hating their job and it showing through the whole experience.
Since then turnover has taken it’s toll on this Taco Bell and it is starting to decline. I have noticed that one particular person that handles drive thru window always has dirt under his long fingernails. Ummmm do you wash your hands? You’re required by the health department to do so every 20 minutes.
Not only are there dirty finger nail you can tell the people are just not happy to be there.

My dearest Taco Bell Corporate,
My tidings come to you from a sudden burst of travel through the lands of the mighty, the old forgotten area of the city near IAH. When times get tight and Houston traffic zaps the cushy window of leisure time you expected to have (before arriving at the terminal and discovering you have hours of delays that the airline neglected to e-​mail you about) it is always nice to find a familiar face in the crowd as you sit in traffic on 59. I saw Taco Cabana and McDonalds and other garbage. Pass. But for the first time ever I looked off to my right, since I was stuck in traffic and calculating how late I was about to be (before actually getting to the terminal) and I saw a bird. No it was a plane. No it was Superman. No even better, it was a Taco Bell!
My Doritos taco was a nice passenger for the short distance it was alive before it found itself inside me. It was a very sensual taco eating experience, replete with fire sauce mentality and a deep soothing crinkling of the taco wrapper over the roar of gangsta’ rap music coming from my car and those of my fellow G’s stuck in traffic on 59 just outside the airport.
Your tacos and your dripping Fire sauce sensualism are always a welcome start (or finish — or middle boring area) of any day. I want you in my mouth at all times.
Until your tacos and I meet again on future endeavours. I remain yours forever awaiting the next chance to eat,
Daniel

The taco meat has no taste whatsoever unless you put some hot sauce. Not being a fan of spice, I’m bound to eat tasteless tacos.

Always efficient service.