Taco Casa — Restaurant in Fort Worth

I worked at Taco Bell in high school. They make pretty good stuff and I never felt any reason to kill my pseudo-mexican food cravings with anything else. Then, I tried Taco Casa.

The dingy orange and yellow decor is like urban camouflage making it invisible to the yuppy crowd. I dismissed it myself and was apprehensive as I approached the counter. I pictured an evening glued to the commode as the remnants of the last decade were evacuated from my gut if this went bad. But my fears were unfounded.

Simple, delicious, fast Mexican food is what I got. Priced Right, served quickly. Only one hot sauce choice? That's all you need, cause it's dang good. And the staff was friendly, so there's that. They hide the fountain drinks behind the counter so you have to supplicate for each refill. I hate that anywhere, so -1 on that. But, their ice...

I know what a stupid thing to leave in a review, but however they make their ice is awesome. I've thought about just stopping by just to get a cup of ice to munch on the way home from work. But I know if smell their perfectly seasoned beef filling I wouldn't be able to stop myself from...

I've always told people this is the cleanest, tidiest, and safest place to eat. UNTIL.. I watched them prepare our to go order. She was wearing gloves, But! She kept wiping things off with her hands and not changing Gloves. I watched her wow of the tray for the order in front of me with her hand, then grab the towel sitting on the counter beside the food and wiped off that tray, put a paper on it, (a few landed on the counter and she stacked them back together and put them in the stack). Then took the towel and wiped the table and taco racks off with it pushing all the drops of food into the taco racks. Leaves towel right there on top of table beside the food. NEVER changing gloves or washing hands. Not a very clean, fresh food...

No hours were easily gleaned by driving the perimeter of the building. I couldn't find hours posted any where. The time was ten til eleven. I pulled up to the order window (the only place to communicate with a human from inside your car). The lady at the window glanced at me and immediately either like withheld eye contact and ignored me, she looked like she was asking somebody else for their opinion on what to do with me. Wouldn't look at me greet me or talk to me.

So I think I know what time you close now. Restaurants are my career. That's not the appropriate way to handle a late comer. Duh.

So let's get our stuff together and get some hours posted, and the crew that need it into a customer service industry 101. They know not why...