Jack In The Box

Perennially understaffed. What staff they do have are baffled by fast food concept. It is quicker to go buy food at the supermarket and prepare at home than to eat here.

I don’t know what to make of these butter burgers I guess people like them I don’t. It’s jack n the box not my favorite but they’re doing what they set out to do

The buttery jumbo Jack was the absolute worst thing I have ate all year. At least the fries were hot.

Horrible customer service and the food is mediocre at best. I was given the wrong sandwich. I called back just to ask for a refund. The only solution was for me to come back for the sandwich. The food is overpriced and the staff could care less about customer service.

What a dump. The whole place was poorly run. You know it’s damage if you need to ask for a key to the restroom. The floors were sticky everywhere and there was no condiments or napkins as well. There seemed to be drug addicts and homeless people up in here too. The whole place was a nightmare. Scariest jack I’ve ever seen!

I pulled up to the drive through and was greeted by a woman: «yummy yummy yummy what can I get for your tummy?» I rolled with the punches and had a pleasant little conversation while giving my order.
This location is fast, friendly, offers sauce every order, and welcomes you back before you go.
Go there, you’ll see the difference between this location and other JitB you go to. I promise.

What can you really say that hasn’t been said about «Jack in the Crack»?
The main thing to note is they’re open late. This branch is kept pretty clean and the service is always good. The KFC/​A and W half a block away is not nearly so well run, nor open late.
Not exciting, but maybe helpful at midnight.

It’s 3:30 a.m. You and two friends are staring at an empty 24 pack of Coors Light with a collectively confused look. You’re 19 years old, so obviously it wasn’t you who drank any of that beer. Needless to say, you are starving for anything that will compliment the lovely contact drunk you have acquired. You pile into the volkwagon bug, your male friend driving, your female friend perched on the console in a dress and angel wings because the back seat is too far away to even consider. You drive eight blocks to the only place open on Halloween.
«I’d like 10 tacos please.»
«Two tacos. Anything else?»
«No, I’d like TEN tacos please.»
«Haha, Christ, alright. Anything else?»
«2 chicken sandwiches, 2 jr. bacon cheeseburgers, and 3 curly fries.»
«Total is 14.72»
You drive back, trying to keep your friend focused on the road instead of the fries. You eat until your stomach decides to tell you in the only way it knows how just exactly how stupid you really are.
You pass out.
In the morning, you wake up to find that it wasn’t a twenty four pack, but rather, 3 18 packs. Good game.
**If anyone needs someone to tell their kids why college is so important, I’m available most weekends.