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Parker Blankenship (Parkoury)
6 days ago
A Masterclass in Disappointment
I rarely take the time to write reviews, but my recent experience at this Taco Bell location compelled me to do so in the interest of public awareness.
Upon arrival, the lobby appeared to have last been cleaned during a previous presidential administration. The floors were sticky, the tables unwiped, and the trash receptacles were overflowing to a degree that suggested staff had made a conscious philosophical decision to stop engaging with them entirely.
After waiting 23 minutes in line, during which two employees made direct eye contact with me and opted not to acknowledge my existence, I placed my order. To make matters worse, I had ordered through the app, which sent me a notification proudly informing me that my order was ready for pickup. It was not. I waited an additional 30 minutes after receiving that notification before anyone so much as glanced in my direction, at which point my order was produced from what I can only assume was a dimension where time moves differently and quality standards do not exist.
What arrived bore only a loose thematic resemblance to what I had requested. My Crunchwrap Supreme contained what I can only describe as a structural integrity failure, as the contents had seemingly given up on cohesion and surrendered to entropy. The beef filling was applied with the kind of restraint typically reserved for precious metals. The sour cream appeared to have been applied using a method that involved a running start and a prayer.
The nacho fries were cold, limp, and possessed of a sadness I found genuinely moving.
When I politely raised my concerns with the staff, I was met with a look of profound indifference that I found almost admirable in its consistency and depth.
I have experienced inconvenience before. This was something else. This was a dining establishment operating in active defiance of its own stated purpose, and a mobile app bold enough to lie directly to my face.
I will not be returning.