

Find your nearby Taco Bell at 1033 1/2 Bay Area Blvd in Houston. We’re serving all your favorite menu items, from classic tacos and burritos, to new favorites like the Crunchwrap Supreme and Cheesy Gordita Crunch. Order ahead online or on the mobile app for pick up at the restaurant or get it delivered.
Fast-food chain serving Mexican-inspired fare such as tacos, quesadillas & nachos.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1033 1/2 Bay Area Blvd, Houston, TX 77058
Phone: (281) 488-4760
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Reviews
I’ve tried to let it go multiple times, but nope. I’m good on ever ordering from this location again.
The food is always hot and fresh
This has been my go to Taco Bell
And I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.
If the put one right next to my apartment complex I’d still come to this one.
I used to laugh at the Taco Bell memes.
You know the ones. “Eat Taco Bell and your soul leaves your body.”
I thought people were dramatic.
Last night, at 11:47 PM, I learned the truth.
I ordered the Crunchwrap Supreme. Extra cheese. A burrito I don’t even remember the name of. And cinnamon twists, because hubris makes you greedy.
Everything was fine for about 20 minutes.
Then my stomach made a sound I can only describe as a warning siren.
Not a growl. Not a rumble.
It sounded like something waking up.
I stood up—and immediately felt it.
Cold. Sudden. Final.
My body broke into a sweat like I was being hunted. My vision tunneled. My legs betrayed me. I made it halfway down the hall before my intestines made an executive decision without consulting me.
There was no pain.
Just… acceptance.
Time slowed. I remember thinking, “This is how it ends. This is my villain origin story.”
When it was over, the silence was louder than the noise had been. I stood there in the dark, pants ruined, dignity destroyed, realizing something deeply unsettling:
The Taco Bell bag was still on the counter.
Untouched burrito.
Waiting.
Like it wanted another victim.
I cleaned up. Threw everything away. Took a shower so hot it felt like I was trying to erase the memory from my DNA.
But here’s the part that keeps me up at night:
At 3:02 AM, my stomach growled again.
And I swear—
it sounded disappointed.
I will never eat Taco Bell again.
Not because it hurt me.
But because I don’t think it was finished.
The only name I got was Lynn super rude