Carl's Jr. — Restaurant in Simi Valley

This Carl’s Jr. is extremely consistently good, we sometimes dine in sometimes get it to go, this is the only location as far as I know in town that has a Green Burrito built-in, which is pretty nice if you like spicy food instead of a Carl’s burger.

I like to come here and get a California Classic double and a Famous Star and I put all three patties onto one burger, you can see it in my pic.

Carl’s burgers have a really great “char” Taste that I love. I don’t really believe that it’s the best burger in Simi Valley, but it’s still pretty good. (The distinction of best burger in my opinion goes to Rock ‘n’ Roll Café).

What I love the most about Carl’s Jr. especially this one is that they basically have McDonald’s old fries the ones that I used to love, but McDonald’s changed. When I close my eyes and eat a fry from Carl’s Jr. to me it tastes just like McDonald’s used to.

This is a great place to come have a burger, especially since it’s right...

I didn't get what I ordered. I ordered two famous stars with cheese, no tomatoes, and extra pickles. What I got was 2 famous stars with NO cheese, extra tomatoes, and no pickles. Then, I didn't even get my receipt. By the time I got home, and realized I had been screwed, I couldn't even call them to let them know what they did. I had log onto my computer, find the number, and then call. Then, when I did call, a lady answered, speaking spanish. I had to ask her 3 times to get her manager on the phone. She didn't understand me. When she finally got an english speaker on the phone, it wasn't even the manager. It was another woman, who insisted that the manager couldn't come to the phone to correct the situation. This place really needs to be evaluated by the Carl's Jr. corporate office, and either enforce simple, common protocols - or make some personnel changes. This was by far, the worst fast food experience...

The sloppiness of the strawberry shake I was given, was only topped by the small amount in the cup. . I started at the shake, the young man asked if I wanted more whipped creme. No, I wanted more shake. He assured me that the amount buried down in the cup was the measured amount. The plastic dome that was the lid of the shake was splattered with spots of strawberry sauce. It was the worst, messiest, most unappealing looking shake I ever had AND, NO! Measured amount or not, I have never received a shake that small at the Moorpark branch in the dozens upon dozens that I have purchased for...