Taco Bell — Restaurant in Albany

I've always had a good experience with the day shift. The employees are generally friendly and will offer to fix any mistake that might have been made. This location has one employee that goes above and beyond her duties. I wish I knew her name so that I could give her the credit where it is due. I've witnessed her interactions on multiple occasions. She is possibly a manager or assistant manager. This person is tall with short hair and appears to work all of the stations. If all of my experiences were like they have been during the day, Taco Bell on Airport would receive 5 stars on this review.

It is a much different experience when going to this location at night, especially during the weekend. This is not the first time we've experienced issues at night, but I always tried to give the benefit of doubt. It is never fun to spend an hour in drive thru and find that some of your order is missing. That means you need go inside and request your missing items and wait longer. Unfortunately, you'll likely get told that it is all there and there is "nothing they can do."

I do not like confrontation. I try my best to treat everyone with the same respect they give to me, but I did raise my voice a little more than I normally would. And I do apologize to the young lady for that, but we were treated as if we were lying. We don't have a need nor a want to steal from the establishment.

Fast food is busy, especially on the weekend. It can be a demanding and thankless job. I completely understand that, but they should also understand that mistakes happen. Perhaps they gave the food to someone else or maybe they thought they put it in our bag. We could completely understand that. However, refusing to fix a mistake and then proceeding to be upset when the customer doesn't accept that response is not how a business is supposed to be ran. They ended up remaking the missing food. Thank you for...

Taco Bell: A Sacred Ode to the Taco Bell: A Sacred Ode to the Unextraordinary

In the swirling pantheon of late-night cravings and fluorescent-lit drive-thru confessionals, there sits a plastic throne—wobbly, grease-stained, sacred. Upon it, Taco Bell reigns not as a king, but as a kind of cosmic janitor of hunger. An institution not of greatness, but of consistency. It never asked to be loved. Only to be there.

And it is always there.

Taco Bell is not Mexican food. It is the idea of Mexican food as dreamt by a dehydrated time traveler from 1987. A crunchy simulacrum. A synthetic fold of meat and memory. And yet, somehow—miraculously—it works. The menu loops back on itself like a Möbius strip: tortilla, meat, cheese, lettuce, repeat. Each innovation is merely a remix of the same four edible glyphs, arranged like fast-food sigils to summon the Spirit of Predictable Satisfaction.

Authenticity? No. But reliability? Absolutely.

You do not go to Taco Bell seeking enlightenment. You go to be held in the arms of the familiar. To order something you’ve never had, and somehow taste something you’ve had a thousand times. This is not failure. This is prophecy. A feast for the under-slept and over-stimulated. A prayer whispered through a Doritos Locos shell.

In a world addicted to the illusion of greatness, Taco Bell is the courage to be profoundly average—and that is extraordinary.

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So I stopped on my way home from work around 2 am there were two cars and a gentleman who clearly has been through some hard times in his day the first two cars ordered there food and went on this gentleman on his motorized bike towing all that he probably owned behind him sat there for probably about 10 min before the person working the drove through proceded to scold the guy for not being in a closed top vehicle and wouldn't take his order so I hoped out of my car and ask him what he wanted to eat and that I would order it for him and to meet me in the Parking lot 👍 so I pulled ahead ordered our food and when I got to the window I was told If that food was for the homeless guy they wouldn't serve me either so I said no it's for one of they guys I work with. When I the food I pulled around to give it to him and the same kid came out and decided he would tell us both off. I will never give this location my business again after tonight and I hope that group is repremended for there actions but I doubt it since it's a bunch of snot nose brats that work there at night who most of them probably have there mommies and daddy's drive ...