

Find your nearby Taco Bell at 1290 Toronto Rd in Springfield. 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: 1290 Toronto Rd, Springfield, IL 62712
Phone: (217) 529-1730
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Reviews
3 yrs ago: Who closes at 6:00 on a Sunday and stays open till midnight on Wednesday??? That sounds like a really bad business decision. Maybe you just can’t get people to work that late on a Sunday but they will on a Wednesday??? I get it. You’re closed. Turn off your lights then!! That’s just wrong.
Had to wait for the girl up front to get off her phone and quit cussing before I could get any assistance.
Ordered a number 5 and a cinnamon twist.
Got to a table and it was filthy.
Opened my chips to find some kind of juicy liquid and a very thin line of runny sour cream down the middle. Little to no meat to speak of!
I did not complain because I didn’t want my food messed with or trust the staff.
After eating my chips I began to eat my cinnamon twist no cinnamon or sugar at all, just plain fried piece of whatever this is.
So I decided to write this review and as Im sitting here in the restaurant, there is loud yelling and loud rap music coming from the kitchen, sounds like two employees fighting and cussing.
I will not be back, sad dysfunctional excuse for staff, food, and atmosphere.
Age and maturity is no excuse! I blame parents, Taco Bell leadership, management, and ownership.
Hard to believe how bad it was honestly, nothing right as far as I’m concerned. Terrible experience from beginning to end.
Makes you think about how well they follow food sanitation laws…that place is a mess
one day you’ll have a really super nice clerk, very helpful, foods terrific. The next day you’ll get a snotty clerk who won’t say anything other than how much you owe without a goodbye, thank you or come back and see us again. I just don’t understand why people can’t act humane.
I miss the days where you pulled up to Taco Bell and they said how are you doing today?
The previous owners made sure the people working there understood customer service.
And yet, in this unlikely corner of culinary surrender, there exists a strange, tender defiance. The employees here, bound by headsets and digital timers, perform their duties not with the dead-eyed resignation one expects, but with a sincerity almost painful to witness. They greet customers, their voices uncracked by apathy. They assemble these prefab ingredients with care that the food itself has not earned, as though each Chalupa were a fragile dream worth saving.
One almost feels guilty, accepting a Crunchwrap handed over with genuine courtesy, knowing full well the inevitability contained within: a meal that will neither improve the world nor destroy it, consumed and forgotten in equal measure. But for a moment, humanity intrudes. These workers stand against the void not with grandeur, but with smiles, patience, and soft-spoken politeness.
And so, in a place where meaning goes to dissolve in Fire sauce and sodium, a paradox thrives: compassion blooming in corporate sterility, small acts of grace performed in a temple of edible nihilism. The food may be nothing, but the people, impossibly, are not.