“The food is always so good when we go there it's a small restaurant with just a few tables but the lady who serves you is always the same she's so friendly so nice the food no matter what I've ordered I always order something different it's always so “
“The food was okay for local Mexican food, service was good. The owner or the manager was serving the cocktails and going from table to table to take to customers to see how’s the food which I appreciate that ?Sorry I didn’t take pictures.“
“We usually order from the storefront location but I was by the truck today and decided to order. It's in a convenient location right next to McDonald's.. tucked away and has a few tables to "dine-in". The lady working could have been alot more friendlier. I felt like they didn't like me because I didn't speak Spanish. They just threw sauces in my bag and of course one busted open.. smh. So a star taken off for the carelessness, but the food was still authentic & delicious! Flavor of the meat was perfect and gave a generous portion on my tacos. I didn't wait too long for my meal either.. 10 minutes or so.“
“Excellent food, friendly service, and clean dining room. The portions are very large, so the prices are great. The ingredients are fresh as well. Having spent a couple years in Tucson, it's nice to see a good Mexican restaurant that's not pretentious this far north.“
“The burgers are great! Other reviewers think they’re small because they’re used to low quality/high quantity. Order a triple if you want more meat! The price is actually reasonable for this high quality burger. And the waffle fries are better than chicfila lol. I wish there was more seating. We ate at the slot machines and got sauce all over it SORRY!“
“A Whimsical Hostage Situation: Jack in the Box Made Me Do It!Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐☆ (4/5 stars)Ladies and gentlemen, I find myself in an unusual predicament as I sit down to write this review for Jack in the Box. You see, I am not alone in this endeavor. No, dear readers, I have Jack himself looking over my shoulder, waving that giant foam cowboy head menacingly, while intermittently offering me curly fries to grease the wheels of my wordsmithery.Picture it: I walk into Jack in the Box, a place of burger-infused dreams and taco-filled fantasies. Little did I know that my culinary escapade would quickly turn into an exercise in whimsical coercion. There he was, Jack, in all his bobble-headed glory, perched atop the counter, as if daring me to take a bite of a jumbo jack while he analyzed my every keystroke.Now, I must make it clear that I didn't mind the initial intrusion. I mean, who wouldn't want the mascot himself overseeing their fast-food exploits? But as I sat there, musing over whether to give the spicy sriracha burger a go or stick with a classic burger, Jack's foam gaze grew more intense. It was as if he knew the fate of this review rested in his plastic hands.With trembling fingers, I ordered the infamous "Munchie Meal" (I swear it was my own decision!) and prepared for a gastronomic adventure that only Jack in the Box could deliver. The food arrived, a glorious assembly of munchies that would put a stoner's midnight feast to shame. There were curly fries, onion rings, tacos – oh, the tacos! – and a half-melted milkshake that seemed to defy the laws of thermodynamics.As I took my first bite, Jack leaned in, foam cowboy hat scraping the ceiling, and asked with a wink, "How's that ultimate cheeseburger treating you, my friend?" His presence was simultaneously unnerving and oddly comforting. The food itself was, as always, a glorious mix of guilty pleasure and sheer indulgence. It's as if Jack knew that he had me at "Munchie Meal."But the pièce de résistance was yet to come – the inevitable moment when I would put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to recount my Jack in the Box experience. As I began to type, Jack's foam hand clapped my shoulder, and he declared, "Remember, my friend, honesty is the best policy! Tell them how I made you do it!"So, here I am, submitting to the whims of a fast-food mascot with a penchant for dramatic flair. Jack, you may have coerced me into this review, but I must admit, your food did the talking – loudly, in fact. The flavors danced a cha-cha on my taste buds, and even as I question my own sanity, I can't help but appreciate the memorable dining experience.In conclusion, if you're in the mood for food that's as quirky as the mascot himself, venture into Jack in the Box. Just be prepared for a review-writing experience that's quite literally overseen by the one and only Jack. And remember, folks, this review was not brought to you by free will, but rather the whims of a foam-headed puppeteer.“