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“My sister& I dined there 4 days ago and the food was the best Taco Bell we BOTH ever had! Neither of us could remember a time it was better! And we've lived here all our lives! No joke! Plus, the atmosphere was cool as well! The workers were all laid back but at the same time professional! BEST TACO BELL IN TOWN!!!“
“Went through the drive-through and Spencer was a phenomenal associate with excellent customer service and a pleasant vibe about him. I drive almost 3 miles further from a Taco Bell on the west side just to experience the service I get at the Mount Rushmore Taco Bell in Rapid City. Being someone who ran a Hardee’s that was 24 hours for many years myself, it’s good to see people like Spencer still giving good customer service with A positive And caring attitude!! Thank you, Spencer!!!“
“typical taco bell, super nice people, the first impression not good as there was soda all over the counter by machine and there were no napkins. The food was typical, tasted good. The crunch wrap supreme wasn't good but the chicken cantina taco was great.“
“January 02, 2025
After work, my partner and I ventured to the Taco Bell on East Stumer Road. Our decision was deliberate, a calculated attempt to escape the echoes of the Bell Sauce incident at the Cathedral Drive location. But fate--or something darker--had other plans.
From the moment we stepped inside, we were struck by the unsettlingly modern and artistic interior. It wasn't just clean or stylish; it was too clean, too stylish, as though the building was trying to distract us from noticing something it didn't want us to see. An unspoken tension hung in the air, woven into the carefully curated decor.
And then we saw him.
The same man.
Down to the last haunted detail--the two-day stubble, the wild knowledge burning behind his eyes--he stood there, at this location, just as he had the day before at Cathedral Drive. My mind raced. Was this his twin? A clone? Could he possibly work at both locations, darting across the city with the speed of a creature not bound by the laws of time or space?
My partner and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement not to ask questions. Some truths are best left undiscovered. Mercifully, the man was preoccupied, his attention elsewhere. And today, we weren't ordering chicken nuggets. The existence--or lack--of sauces did not concern us.
I ordered the Cheesy Double Beef Burrito, while my partner chose the Cantina Chicken Crispy Taco. The total came to just over $6, a price so affordable it bordered on the miraculous. The food itself was exactly what one would expect from Taco Bell: warm, flavorful, and reliable.
Yet, as we ate, I couldn't shake the unease. The modern interior, the man who should not be there--it all felt like a deliberate construction, as though this location were a stage and we were unwitting players in a performance we didn't understand.
I will return to this Taco Bell. But I will return not just for the burritos or tacos, but for answers--or, perhaps, to see if the questions themselves have changed.“
“It took more than 5 minutes for the person on the speaker box to get back to us. When ordering, I said 1 Mt dew and 1 Mt dew zero, and the person on the box said, "Do you want to make it two Mt dew zero, and the answer was yes. We got 1 Mt dew and 1 Mt dew zero.“