Taco Bell / KFC — Restaurant in San Francisco

In my younger days, trips to Taco Bell were rather a rarity, a cross-town splurge even back in the days of $1.10-gallon gasoline. I spent my formative years in SoCal, where taco stands grace nearly every corner, semi-formal sit-down restaurantes rival American mainstays, and where even my own whitebread family had 'Cuca's night' every Tuesday; (their chicken tacos were (and still are) literally addictive:). But there was always something about Taco Bell's Americanized version of Mexican classics: burritos/tacos, but with a strange, not quite Tex-Mex fusion. Needless to say, my teenage tastebuds relished their Chalupas, Nachos Bellgrande, even the Mexican pizza on occasion. (These days, I make my own Mexican pizza with homemade dough, spicy Italian sausage, cilantro, stewed tomatoes, jalapeños and pepper jack.) Back to the 'Taco Bell' now under consideration... I ordered one of their combos: including a 'Crunchwrap Supreme', 2 Taco Supremes, and a bean burrito with green sauce for good measure. The service at this particular establishment left much to be desired; though, mind you, this Taco Bell doubled as a KFC, which was infinitely more popular. I finished nearly 2 chapters of a novel during my wait. Arriving home, T-Bell bag in hand, and with the sun now set, I assembled my platter including 6 each of T-Bell's mild and hot sauce packets. I threw on an episode of 'Better Call Saul', one featuring the fictional cartel, to put me in the mood. I chose the Taco Supreme as my appetizer, and as I unwrapped it from its paper, half the limp shell ended up glued to its inedible sheath. Back to the kitchen to grab a fork, I doused the remains in mild and hot sauce and took my first bite of questionable beef, (boiled in a bag). 'Hmm, well', I thought, 'everyone makes mistakes sometimes'. For my 2nd course, I chose the Crunchwrap Supreme: an octagonal-shaped package containing a hardshell tortilla, more of the bag-beef, wilted lettuce, a pale-pink approximation of Pico de Gallo, (I didn't know K-Mart taught Mexican cooking classes), along with a dollop of sour cream, all encased in a toasted envelope of flour tortilla. With the addition of 3 mild and 3 hot sauce packets it was edible, though the mayors of Tijuana and San Felipe would in no way recognize it as Mexican food. As for the dessert, I delicately peeled the bean burrito from its sheath, hoping to not have to revisit the fork again, and it was just as I remembered: bland beans, chopped onion overkill with a yarn-sized length of melted, yellow cheese throughout. By this time, I was down to only a single pack each of hot and mild sauce, so after bite #2, I retired the side. For you teenagers who've yet to appreciate the finer things in life, for those who still find tomatoes 'yucky', and for those unadventurous souls who write off culinary excellence simply due to the names or appearances of questionable ingredients, Taco Bell will definitely offer a comfortable, nondescript mouthfeel. As for me, most of my teenage preferences lie buried in boxes and bins alongside old yearbooks and mixed tapes. I'd provide pictures of my meal, but frankly I'm too ashamed. Even when ordering at the counter, I felt like saying, "It's not for me, it's for my son..." (Luckily the bag only displayed the bell-logo on one-side, which I all but glued to my outer thigh all the way home.) So, Taco Bell? Not even a guilty pleasure....

Okay folks brace yourself- this is going to be a long rant. I rarely, if ever, complain. I'm not picky I'm never a jerk to the waiters and waitresses I'm very chill I'm not a Karen so for me to actually say something must be well-deserved.

Anyhow, came in starving and ordered what I assumed was the most basic menu item and impossible to f up because it only has two ingredients, literally.

The only thing I ordered was a plain cheese quesadilla w/out sauce. Okay, so got my food once inside the car I went to take a bite but nope can you guess what happened ? It was not the plain cheese quesadilla. Instead it was a chicken cheese quesadilla with that spicy sauce.

But the story is not over yet because now I have to go walk back inside on the rain and tell them to correct the order. Thought i was pretty clear and was a easy order the first time ...so I slow down my speech and talked very loud perhaps this time they would understand just cheese and tortilla nothing else. Okay, all right back to the car again went to open my food.. could it finally be my cheese quesadilla?

No of course not they messed it up again !!! I couldn't believe it, I seriously cannot believe they gave me another cheese chicken and sauce quesadilla again!

It felt like the Twilight zone. Seriously, like what is happening why can't I just get cheese and a tortilla. Why is that so hard? I was not going to go back...

I've lived in the building I'm in, across the street from this KFC/Taco Bell location, for 3 year's now and have been a regular customer of theirs. My last visit there I had a couple of problems with the person that took my order and the last one ended up being that he rang me up for something different than I ordered so when I noticed it of course I took it back, although I'm disabled and it's hard for me to get out when I have to, I stated my dissatisfaction to the manager about what happened and when my anger was deescalating the security guard got in my face so I told him to leave me alone and stay out of it yet he decided to run his mouth and tell me he was going to continue to stand there, escalating the problem again. When I left he actually followed me out of the establishment continuing to run his mouth so I contacted corporate and complained yet the only thing the manager did was tell that security guard to let him handle the situation next time and for said security guard to not get involved and offered to replace my order. After going through what I did I'm not sure that I even want to go back in...