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Fast-food chain serving Mexican-inspired fare such as tacos, quesadillas & nachos.
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Had to clean my own table. I will pick another Taco Bell next time
Please, somebody provide this location some training on quality control of both food, and service, immediately. And not to allow personnel who take drive thru orders to tender, to both, cash handling and food preperation, that is simply disgusting.
Food had the overall presentation of a preschooler, and none of the food was fresh, or made correctly as requested. The management on duty, personally admitted that the food was the scrapping of the barrel.
The manager on duty, Jessica S., the authority in charge should have known better, then to distribute such poor quality and presentation of food, representing a known fast food chain, it’s awful. This is the first of this location, known on other occasions, as great customer service and quality of food.
Food was not consumed, however food that wasn’t thrown away was photographed to capture this god awful experience.
Waiting on the Taco Bell gods to help us, and help all future customers resolve this horrible experience.
My burrito? Burnt beyond recognition. Looked like it spent the night under a car tire. The tortilla was half charcoal, half mush, and 100% disrespect. You could’ve thrown it at a wall and it would’ve left a dent.
Then came the taco — or what was left of it. It looked like it got stepped on, thrown against a wall, and then lovingly dropped into the bag from six feet away. Shell shattered, toppings melted into a sad, cold mess. The cheese wasn’t melted — it was just there, looking as confused as I was. The meat was colder than the look I gave the bag when I opened it. I’ve seen crime scenes more appetizing than this taco.
And the drink? I ordered a Dr Pepper. Simple. Two words. One button. Yet somehow I get handed some flat, mystery liquid that tasted like the soda machine gave up halfway. I don’t know if it was watered-down cola or mop water, but it was definitely NOT Dr Pepper. At this point I half-expected a note in the bag that said “we tried.”
Everything was cold, sloppy, and depressing. The whole meal looked like it lost a fight on the way to my house. I wouldn’t feed this to my worst enemy — actually, scratch that, maybe I would, because this was pure punishment.
Taco Bell, do y’all even taste what you send out? Because this was a culinary hate crime. Someone needs to go back there, check who’s running that kitchen, and maybe just shut the lights off for a day to rethink life. The lack of effort here is unbelievable.
I was craving a quick bite and some late-night comfort food — instead I got burnt disappointment, cold regret, and the wrong soda. Congratulations, you somehow managed to ruin the one thing that’s supposed to be foolproof: Taco Bell.
This location needs divine intervention. Or new management. Or both. Never again.