Taco Bell

Reviews

• MM

  Madison

  Jan 5, 2026
  1.0
  i was just tryna get some taco bell like come on im hungry dawg i just wanna eat my burritos and im w my friends and we all wanted one burrito each. first we couldn’t even go inside and had to go in the drive through, then they made me go through it 3 SEPERATE TIMES. just to get our freaking meals. they were so disrespectful too and literally YELLED at me and my friends. super rude just wanted to eat. god. AND THEY MESSED UP MY FOOD ON TOP OF THAT ALL. so no good service and NO GOOD BURRITO. so upsetting. ruined my night completely. matter of fact, ruined my week. ruined my year.
• WW

  W W

  Jan 2, 2026
  1.0
  I just got home from the drive through to find out they put less than a pinch of cheese in my soggy disgusting taco. My money matters and this is disgusting behavior to charge people for a product you dont even provide the correct product. Thanks for the lettuce in a shell I guess.
• TC

  Tyrone Cabalo

  Dec 29, 2025
  5.0
  Heather was so wonderful! Great customer service and greeted me right away. Thank you Heather for the experience!
• LO

  Luis olivares

  Dec 18, 2025
  2.0
  Not a good service! They take so long to get my order ready!
• ZQ

  Zaid Qunibi

  Dec 10, 2025
  1.0
  I should’ve known better. It was late on a Thursday night, and I hadn’t eaten all day. My stomach was growling like a wild animal, and the neon glow of the Taco Bell sign felt like salvation. I pulled into the drive-thru, ordered a bean burrito, and told myself it was the “safe” choice. Beans, tortilla, a little cheese—how bad could it be? I parked in the lot, tore open the wrapper, and took that first bite. Warm, soft, salty, with just enough spice to make me think, *this is exactly what I needed.* I devoured the burrito in minutes, barely tasting half of it because hunger had taken over. For a moment, I felt bliss. My stomach was full, my mood lifted, and I drove home humming along to the radio. But about an hour later, the bliss turned into betrayal. --- ## The First Signs It started as a dull ache, a pressure low in my gut. I brushed it off—beans can be heavy, right? I poured myself a glass of water and sat down to watch TV. Ten minutes later, the ache sharpened. My stomach gurgled loudly, so loud I actually paused the show to listen. It sounded like a drain unclogging. That’s when I knew: something was wrong. I tried to ignore it, but the cramps grew stronger. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. I shifted in my seat, hoping it would pass. It didn’t. Instead, a sudden urgency hit me like a wave. I bolted upright and made a beeline for the bathroom. --- ## The Battle in the Bathroom I barely made it in time. The burrito had staged a full-scale revolt. My body was determined to expel it as quickly and violently as possible. I sat there, clutching the sides of the toilet, feeling like I was in the middle of a natural disaster. My stomach churned, my legs trembled, and I kept muttering, *Why did I eat that? Why did I think Taco Bell at midnight was a good idea?* Minutes turned into what felt like hours. Every time I thought it was over, another wave hit. I leaned forward, head in my hands, promising myself I’d never eat fast food again. The smell of beans and spice lingered in my memory, now twisted into something sinister. --- ## The Aftermath When it finally slowed down, I felt drained—like I’d run a marathon without training. My face was pale, my shirt damp with sweat. I shuffled to the sink, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like I’d survived a war. My stomach still gurgled faintly, a reminder that the battle wasn’t completely over. I spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, clutching a water bottle, afraid to move too much in case another wave hit. Sleep came in fragments, interrupted by trips back to the bathroom. By morning, I was exhausted, dehydrated, and questioning all my life choices. --- ## Reflection Looking back, it wasn’t just the burrito—it was the timing, the hunger, the way I inhaled it without thinking. Maybe the beans weren’t cooked right, maybe the sauce was too much, or maybe my stomach just wasn’t ready for a midnight fast-food feast. Whatever the reason, I learned my lesson. Now, whenever I see that glowing Taco Bell sign, I feel a mix of nostalgia and dread. I remember the taste of that burrito, but more vividly, I remember the long, miserable night that followed. And every time, I whisper to myself: *Never again.* ---

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