Jack In The Box

Hmmm… Let’s see. Four stars for a FUC’n fast food joint? Yes sir-​ee. I’m easy, (usually). Plus, I’m feeling all rainbows and unicorns right now so 4 stars it is.
I frequent this JIB because it’s close to work and contrary to popular belief, I don’t always have an hour and a half for lunch. (Being a department of one does have it’s benefits tho, wink, wink).
The pluses… They have nevah, evah, got my order incorrect at this location. NEVER!!! That’s some $hit right there!!! Food is always fresh, warm and tastee. (Well, as tastee as «fast food» can be). Service with a smile and even if the line (s) span the globe, they will get you outta there in decent time. Way, way better than that porta-​potty craphole Mickey D’s that is across the street…
Great selection of sandwiches, salads and extra-​curriculars, (I love the jalapeño poppers), as well as a few «low-​calorie» options. And to be honest… Jack’s tacos rock!!! As freakin’ ugly and simple as they are, I could eat about 10 of the little feckers with no problem. But… I can, (again, contrary to popular belief), exercise some semblance of self control and limit my intake to two, (worse case three), of ‘em in the rare instances I suffer an epic fail and fall off the proverbial taco truck.
Smallish parking lot and the interior is typically very clean, though I drive-​thru more often than not, (just because I’m in a hurry and have to get back to the office).
Only bummer, (aka — 1 star), is due to the panhandler’s that frequent the joint /​grounds. They are persistent as all heck, kind of like seagulls at the beach. My bad though because if I’d quit feeding them my change, I suppose they’d leave me alone…