Taco Bell

Maybe you’re asking yourself, why would a person take time out of their day to write a review for a chain restaurant?
Answer: A person does this when they’ve been let down TIME AND TIME AGAIN and regret their inability to stop making the same mistake (WHY CAN’T I QUIT YOU???).
Here’s the deal– if you’re craving KFC or Taco Bell (or in the case of this little joint, simultaneous cravings may be satisfied as the two have become one mutant entity), just go anywhere else. Anywhere. Go to another KFC. Another Taco Bell. Maybe you ought to think about pledging allegiance to Taco John’s because they are so much a superior fast food taco chain to Taco Bell it’s startling.
But I digress.
Here is a list of disappointments:
1.) Boyfriend ordered a caramel apple empanada. Did not receive it. Normally this kind of thing is no big deal, you’re out 99 cents, whatever. BUT.
The real kicker was that he tried to order one of these puppies on a separate occasion and that’s when we learned that they don’t actually serve them there. At all.
2.) This is typical Taco Bell complaint, but this particular place has somehow managed to be impressively awful at folding burritos.
3.) While other area Taco Bells have been known to serve chili cheese burritos, this one doesn’t. Huge negative points.
4.) Went inside one evening. Boyfriend and I ordered identical KFC meals, save a tiny carton of green beans. He got his food and I was informed that mine would be just a bit longer as they needed to fry up more chicken. I said that was okay, I would wait, and we sat down. Boyfriend finished meal before they had mine ready, which is no real feat considering he can school me at eating quickly, but it still kind of irked me. I went to the register and asked when they thought my food might be ready. «Just a minute!» Several passed. At this point, I realized we’d been sitting there for half an hour.
Finally, I realized I was the one to blame for being the idiot that keeps coming back to this particular restaurant and sits there for half an hour. I got my money back and we left.
The End.
If there was a way to give a half star, I’d add it to my score purely for the sake of the cashier that looked genuinely apologetic when he refunded me my money. «I’m sorry,» he said sincerely, «we just forgot to ever put the chicken in the fryer.»