Taco Bell

Great location! Food is really fresh and the staff is friendly. Very clean restaurant. Great stop while using the Tesla chargers!

I went to the airport and got taco bell after made me happy:)

*******The Ballad of the Missing Sauces (and Other Taco Bell Betrayals). How one Taco Bell brilliantly adds four stars like a boss.******* Remember the good ol' days when you could walk into a Taco Bell like a normal person? Those days are gone, friends. Ever since the Great Pandemic of 2020, it's all drive-thru trays and a lingering fear of human contact. I place my change on the tray like a sacrificial offering, the cashier snatches it away like a hawk swooping on a field mouse... there's a whole unspoken drama to it. But let's focus on the mission: Operation Hot Sauce Acquisition. I'm a connoisseur, people. My order recital – "Three Fire, two Mild, one Diablo, please" – is practically its own menu item. You'd think they'd inscribe it in gold on the wall behind the register. Act 1 concludes: I speed away, bag held aloft like the Olympic torch of Tex-Mex triumph. Picture the anticipation, the thrill of the chase replaced by a gnawing sense of dread as I recall similar orders gone awry. Act 2: The hotel room reveal. My fiancé – bless her skeptical heart – opens the bag. It's like a magician's trick, except instead of a dove, it's... emptiness. No gloriously fiery packets, but worse, MISSING FOOD ITEMS. A bean burrito has simply vanished into the ether! Did the pandemic cause a rift in the space-time continuum? Is there a parallel universe where another version of me is enjoying that burrito and a full array of sauces? Now, here's where things get truly bizarre. I embark on a quest worthy of Don Quixote. Not for windmills, but for a phone number. Corporate websites are cryptically unhelpful, Google Maps shrugs, nearby Taco Bells just offer pity. It dawns on me: who the heck reviews a Taco Bell anyway? Am I losing my mind? And yet, the injustice burns. The missing sauces have transformed me... into a crusader for the dignity of fast food patrons everywhere! This isn't about a few bucks. This is about broken promises, culinary chaos, and the existential question: if they can't get my hot sauce right during a global catastrophe, what CAN they be trusted with? (At this point, a completely unrelated tangent about the time I lost a sock in the dryer and the ensuing investigation that rivaled the FBI could be inserted... just to really up the absurdity). Perhaps an analogy is in order: Imagine carefully crafting a sandcastle, each grain meticulously placed. You even adorn it with tiny seashells and a little flag. Then a rogue wave – or in my case, a sauce-less Taco Bell experience – washes it all away. Devastation. That's the emotional magnitude we're talking about. ...And the receipt, with its phantom hot sauce inventory, haunts my dreams. I demand answers, Taco Bell! Answers, and a refund for those lost packets of potential! ************************* ************************* ************************* **UPDATE:** Well, color me surprised. Apparently, in the mysterious realm of Taco Bell customer service, things move at the speed of a snail slathered in nacho cheese. Turns out, the universe DOES hear the desperate cries of a hangry hot sauce aficionado... eventually. A few days later, I return to the scene of the crime, my review clutched in my fist like a righteous manifesto. Imagine my shock when the manager, a weary-eyed warrior who clearly spends his nights reading one-star reviews, offers a full refund. Not only that, but they materialize the missing burrito like it's some sort of magic trick! The hot sauce packets? A veritable cornucopia of fiery flavors. Did I just witness a fast-food miracle? Has my rambling, possibly unhinged review somehow shamed them into action? Or am I caught in a time loop where I'm doomed to relive this sauce-less saga for eternity? Who knows. All I can say is, the food was salvaged, my dignity mildly restored, and the absurdity of it all confirms my belief that life is far weirder than any Taco Bell commercial could ever be. In all seriousness they did more than they needed to and I greatly appreciate it these guys are awesome. Vegetarian options: If a burrito is vegetarian the in vegetarian is what you have Dietary restrictions: If you can't eat beans and you can't eat hot sauce then probably you shouldn't eat here or if you are going to eat here and you can't eat beans and you can't eat hot sauce just don't get beans and don't get hot sauce and then you'll be good Parking: It's an interesting layout a couple of choice spots right in the front in somewhat a non-traditional sense and sort of makes you feel cool if you're lucky enough to land the spot right in front Kid-friendliness: Pretty sure they have high chairs and it's fast food so kid friendly maybe if you feel kid-friendly means fast food Wheelchair accessibility: Standard issue with multiple options

The food was fresh, and service was great. I don't like AI taking my order, so I requested a live person and they came right on.

Didn’t even make the food right forgot drink and had to be reminded kept asking if we were finished every 10 seconds while ordering absolutely garbage location

Forgot 1 of our burritos, drive thru, and didn't notice till we got home