Junk in the box… The only reason I even considered purchasing this crap is because I had a late night burger craving… All I wanted was a plain cheeseburger with lettuce only(I don’t like mayonnaise and pickles and crap)… They managed to fuck it up… The receipt said: «Chz bg let only»… My burger said, «FUCKYOU, PICKYBITCH!»… I shan’t return… Their French fries taste like they’re made out of plaster anyway… I’ll wait till Wendy’s opens next time… BOOOOOOJACKINTHEBOX, BOOOOOOO!!!
Dick D.
Tu valoración: 5 Las Vegas, NV
Jack Tacos after Midnight rock! Enough said… As you pull up to the drive thru and wonder if everyone in line is here for the same reason or some just have the«munchies» Either way service is adequate considering the time. I mean really if you were In that big of a hurry you should have left earlier and you would be at the front of the line!
Jessica R.
Tu valoración: 2 Sparks, NV
I unfortunately had to come in here because my friends car broke down, so we were stuck inside for 2 hours. My friend and I split 2 tacos which were cold and my son got a hamburger. He seemed to like it because he wolfed it down, but he’s 4. There were a few homeless guys hanging out inside which is certainly not a problem. That’s why I have them two stars, I noticed one man in particular pulling out change to buy a coffee. He didn’t have enough to cover the cost. By the time I got up there to offer to pay the manager(I’m assuming) had allowed the transaction to go through.
Wayne D.
Tu valoración: 4 Carson City, NV
OK Jack, I’m bringing you back up to four stars because the Seasoned Curly Fries were piping hot and right out of the fryer. But I’ll be watching you, Jack.
Andrew S.
Tu valoración: 2 Reno, NV
I don’t write many reviews for fast food chains, usually because there is a certain uniformity to their quality and menu selections. This JIB though… I felt like I was at Costco on a Sunday with the amount of kids that were just tearing ass up and down the aisles of this place. After taking my order, the cashier gave me a plastic number to set on my table, much like they do at Carl’s Jr. I only mention it because I’ve never seen that done at a JIB. I saw the requisite table full of middle-of-the-day-sitting-around-chatting-and-ignoring-the-kids neglectful mothers, so I veered as far away as possible as I could get, thinking that would minimize the exposure to the presumably sugar-filled toddlers-in-a-tizzy. No such luck. The food came up quickly, but I was already regretting my decision to eat-in because the kids kept doing laps around the restaurant and screaming. Which the aforementioned neglectful mothers apparently thought was just the cutest thing EV-AR! I got through about half my meal when I just couldn’t take it any more, got a bag, and took the rest to go. Summary: Standard quality fare, served up quickly, but has the feel of a McDonalds playland-type rumpus room – and the employees don’t seem to care one bit.