
Find your nearby Taco Bell at 13109 W. Alameda Pkwy in Lakewood. 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.
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Address: 13109 W Alameda Pkwy, Lakewood, CO 80228
Phone: (303) 716-0099
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Food handling and overall prep quality are beyond unacceptable. The dining room is dirty every single time I go, which just adds to how poorly this place is being run. And let’s not forget the drive-thru menu board that’s been held up by Home Depot fence posts for over two years. That alone tells you everything you need to know about the level of management here.
At this point, it’s clear the owner has no idea how to run a restaurant. I’ll be emailing the franchise about how poorly this location is operated. Completely unacceptable….get your act together.
The place is at least clean, so seating was not questionable. But definitely not a place you wanna go for a quick bite.
Store isn’t comping up in search on tacobells website so not sure who actually owns the store.
by a once-loyal fan
I remember the days, so crispy, so gold,
When a bucket of chicken was pure joy to hold.
Back in the ’80s, the Colonel had clout,
Every bite was a blessing—no broken bones about.
But now? What is this? A crime on a plate,
A drumstick so sad, it’s just skin and hate.
I cracked it in two, hoping meat would appear,
But all I found hiding was disappointment and fear.
And the sides? Don’t get me started on slaw,
No fork, no spork—just a “screw you” in colelaw.
He asked if I wanted hot sauce, he looked in my soul, I said, “Of course.” And yet… not a damn packet to hold.
Your prices went up, but your standards went down,
You charge like a king, but you cook like a clown.
The service was cold, the chicken was dry,
I left with regret and a single tear in my eye.
So this is goodbye, dear KFC crew,
You’ve broken my heart like dry biscuits do.
I’ll find better love in a Popeyes embrace,
Or the arms of a food truck with actual taste.
Your era is done, and I bid you adieu,
You had one job—fried chicken—and blew it in two.
I won’t be back, I’m washing my hands—
With wet wipes you didn’t provide, understand?