Taco Bell — Restaurant in New Britain

Ah, Taco Bell—land of unholy temptation, where dreams are packaged in a greasy paper bag and nightmares emerge soon after. It all began with innocent intentions: a simple drive-through indulgence on an otherwise unremarkable evening. I wasn’t prepared for the catastrophic aftermath. How could I have known that my seemingly harmless order—a burrito supreme, a few cheesy gordita crunches, and a Nacho BellGrande—would send me careening headlong into a days-long symphony of gastrointestinal torment?

At first, it was nothing but the usual aftermath one expects from fast food. A mild gurgle here, a slight cramp there. But before I knew it, my stomach had transformed into a ticking time bomb—a scene from a disaster movie where I was both the helpless civilian and the exploding building. I tried to ignore the warning signs as long as I could, but by the end of the hour, I had surrendered myself to the porcelain seat of doom.

What came next defied logic, reason, and every law of nature. I was no longer just a man. I had become a conduit for a raging river of molten regret, my intestines turned into a fire hose on full blast. The bathroom echoed with sounds that should never be heard by human ears, while the smell… well, the smell was something that will likely haunt the very walls of my home for generations to come.

Day one was bad. By day two, I realized this was no mere case of “food poisoning.” No, this was a complete and total digestive mutiny. Hour after hour, I found myself locked in an endless battle, each wave of diarrhea more violent and apocalyptic than the last. My bathroom had become a crypt, a place where dignity went to die. With each flush, I could feel my soul leaving my body, one drip at a time.

But it wasn’t until the middle of day three that I truly felt the cold, bony hand of terror grip my heart. After yet another relentless wave of liquid hellfire, I glanced down—and there it was: blood. Yes, blood had joined the party. A streak of red mingling with the brown chaos, as if my very intestines were throwing in the towel, screaming for mercy.

At that moment, I knew it was time to seek professional help. As I limped into the emergency room, drained of every fluid known to man, I could barely utter the words. “Taco… Bell…” was all I managed before being whisked away to the nearest IV bag. The nurses took one look at me and nodded, their faces filled with pity. Clearly, they had seen this many times before. I was just another casualty in the great Taco Bell wars.

The diagnosis? Dehydration, internal distress, and the looming threat of a gastrointestinal rebellion gone too far. The blood? A clear sign that my digestive system had gone from "mild inconvenience" to "full-blown crisis." The doctor handed me a prescription for rest, electrolytes, and more regret than any one person should carry.

So here I am now, weak, sipping water like a survivor crawling through a desert, my body a temple of cautionary tales. Taco Bell, my wicked siren, you lured me in with your cheesy delights and left me a hollow shell of my former self. To those brave enough to flirt with your menu, I offer this warning: it’s not just what goes in that matters—it’s what comes out. And sometimes, what comes out is a nightmare soaked in fire...

Very sketchy Taco Bell. I would not revisit this Taco Bell. I was very respectful to the workers and they were mocking me because there was a wait for the chicken that was 20 minutes and I left and came back because I was getting it for someone and still happened to be in the area. Once I came back I asked for a chicken order and they said there was no chicken so I said Oh I thought it would be done in 20 minutes and then the woman said oh we do have chicken. I ordered and then when I got to the window they were stifling laughter and I didn't understand what was going on. I called them after the incident and explained to them that I felt uncomfortable with their Behavior. I didn't feel comfortable eating the food but I'm also not going to return it because it was only $2. But as a former service worker who led with respect I felt I got disrespected. When I explained this to them she said oh we were just laughing because you actually waited 20 minutes for some chicken. To which I had to explain I wasn't actually sitting here waiting I left and happen to still be out and the person that I was getting it for asked me to go back. So I went back. However why lie and say something is going to be done when you just didn't want to serve it and obviously had it the entire time. Neither here nor there their behavior still was unacceptable. I would advise people to not go there because it wasn't the type of attitude displayed where you would trust putting that food in your mouth. Again as a former service worker I understand the low wages and what not. I definitely try to be timely and clear with my order. To receive such rude Behavior it was really not cool. Granted this is only a Taco Bell LOL but still not cool when you feel like somebody is playing with your food and you will literally throw it away and never go back versus getting...

I went into this Taco Bell today and I usually use the app and order my food and just pick it up. The workers are usually nice and today I forgot to switch out a certain protein in my tacos, but because I did it through the app I wasn’t able to do a refund in store. I had to do it through the app, but Taco Bell’s app is not designed for everyone. It is a very complicated app and does not give you the option to do an immediate refund And there is no contact information in the app for corporate or anything of that nature but the manager there was being very kind and understanding and used her own employee meal so that I could have the protein I wanted in my tacos, which she didn’t have to do. It’s crazy that the corporation and people that own certain Taco Bell‘s can be so nonchalant when it comes to the refunds of their apps, and I understand, there are hiccups like people trying to scam so it doesn’t really fall on the owner as much as the corporation because the corporation can always find better solutions without making it more complicated for the owners, the workers and the customers altogether That manager is a great customer service representative because even though I wasn’t the greatest customer, she still went out of her way to help me as much...