The 5 dollar combos at this Pollo Loco are singlehandedly keeping me alive. It’s the best bargain I can get on campus, a real bang for your buck kinda deal, ya know. And money is kinda in short supply, so I keep coming back here. Everyday, Monday thru Friday, I eat at this Pollo Loco. Breakfast, Pollo Loco. Lunch, Pollo Loco. Dinner, Pollo Loco. Take a girl on a date. Pollo Loco. I sleep and I dream of Pollo Loco. I don’t even taste it anymore. I can’t even say for sure if I enjoy it, really. I know I should just eat somewhere else, but the 5 dollar bargain just keeps me coming back. I keep myself locked in a grilled, carb-rich prison of my own doing, afraid of what lies beyond the great unknown. It’s at this point that I begin to wonder. Is the Pollo Loco, or am I the one that is Loco?
Food is good and affordable, service is consistently bad. When asking questions, the workers are unhelpful and would rather make you feel dumb for not knowing their menu than actually answer the question.