Del Taco — Restaurant in Tehachapi

Del Taco: A Savage Journey into the Heart of the Fast Food American Dream

Jesus! There I was, somewhere on the dark edges of the suburban wasteland, staring into the fluorescent maw of Del Taco like it was the last refuge of sanity in a world gone mad. The neon sign flickered like a dying synapse, promising salvation through tortillas and chemically-engineered meat products.

This was not just a meal. This was a primal scream into the void of American consumption—a greasy, beautiful nightmare served with extra sauce.

The Consumption Begins: A Pharmacological Experiment in Sustenance

I ordered everything. Not as a man might order a meal, but as a gonzo journalist conducting a chemical warfare test on the human digestive system. The Double Del Cheeseburger arrived like a sweating, trembling testament to manifest destiny—beef pressed into submission between buns that whispered dark promises of immediate cardiac adventure.

The crinkle-cut fries stood like yellow soldiers, each one a potential weapon in the ongoing war between hunger and sanity. I salted them mercilessly, a culinary napalm strike on bland expectations.

Chemical Breakdown of Madness

Ingredients Analysis: Beef: Possibly sourced from cattle raised on a diet of industrial runoff and broken dreams Cheese: Synthesized in laboratories that have long since abandoned God Tortillas: Pressed thin as the line between reality and hallucination

The quesadilla unfolded like a map to some uncharted territory of gastronomic delirium. Cheese melted with the consistency of molten hope, dripping like the last vestiges of the American dream onto a plate of pure, unfiltered possibility.

Beverage Interlude: Liquid Madness

The Diet Coke arrived—a dark, carbonated messenger from the edge of reality. Each sip was like mainlining artificial sweetness directly into the cerebral cortex. This was not a drink. This was chemical warfare disguised as refreshment.

The Service: A Ballet of Controlled Chaos

The staff moved with the precision of combat veterans, each movement a calculated response to the endless hunger of the masses. They were not mere employees. They were conductors of a symphony of processed food, marshaling armies of tacos with military efficiency.

The Price of Admission: $7 for a Ticket to Culinary Derangement

Seven dollars. Less than the cost of a therapy session, more powerful than most pharmaceutical interventions. Del Taco doesn't just sell food—it sells temporary escape from the crushing weight of existence.

Epilogue: The Morning After

As the fluorescent lights of Del Taco faded in my rearview mirror, I knew I had witnessed something profound. This was not just a meal. This was anthropological research. This was America—served hot, wrapped in foil, with extra sauce.

The taste of chemical hope lingered. The revolution is here, and it comes with a side of...

Came here on a Sunday evening and ordered food with my family. While waiting my 3 daughters needed to use the restroom and once we were in the restroom I locked the door which was a vacant and non vacant lock. I locked the door since there were 4 of us in there and only two stalls. My 5 year old was in one stall and my 10 year old was in the other stall while my 4 year old and myself waited to use it. All the sudden we all hear some lady banging on the door and yelling in an extremely violent tone housekeeping!!!! I stated that the restroom was in use and the worker who was yelling said no you need to open this door now!!! It’s osha law that your not allowed to lock it!! My kids were already scared I opened the door and she pushed me in front of my daughter. my youngest daughter and myself hadn’t been able to use the restroom yet and the lady still screaming in my face telling my that I’m in violation of osha for locking the door because if there was a fire as she was screaming she was spitting in my face. I simply stated there’s no need to talk to me that way especially with my three children right here.she continued to yell and without finishing here sentence she pushed my 10 yr old daughter into the sink and yelled at my 10 yr old daughter saying YOUR DONE!! So she could get into the stall. This del taco workers name was Tanya Barnes. She didn’t wash her hands and went back to work anyway. Once my children and myself walked out she continued yelling at me in front everybody I just kept telling her don’t talk to me that way I have children right here and there’s no need to act that way for no reason. During all this my husband was sitting waiting for the food and he said when she went back there to the restroom and was banging on it and yelling everyone could hear and was looking around like what is going on. We ended up asking for a refund and they gave it to us and said we could still have our food but we said no. We were disgusted after seeing her not wash her hands and she was the one making the food. If it is said law to not lock the door they should not have a lock on the bathroom doors then and they are in violation of that. Also it is not the law you can lock the door all the customers felt so bad for us and said they were so sorry for us that she was so wrong for doing that. One customer even came out while we were leaving to see if we were okay and if the kids were okay she hoped they weren’t traumatized by her actions. This was the worst service I’ve ever had if I could I would give negative stars. I will be calling the manager Melanie Malcom every day till I speak with her and some action is taken for the worker Tanya Barnes. This tehachapi del taco location is the...

Summary: Extreme wait times Bad management Lazy, incompetent, or untrained employees Employees eating behind the counter while you wait for a half hour Lied to me about a refund Food was what I expected

I visited on 8/10/24. I waited at the end of the drive thru line for maybe 5 minutes and the cars never moved, so I parked and went in. There was no line, and maybe 5 other customers, half with food. I ordered a burrito and fries and took a seat. I waited for 25 minutes before I went up to the counter to see what was going on, and they had deleted my order or sent it to the wrong person because it wasn't even on the screen. The manager saw me waiting and gave me a refund (she said). It's 5 days later and no refund on my credit card.

There were four employees behind the counter: 1 manager, 1 line guy, 1 drive-thru gal, and 1 other gal standing around eating.

The guy making food was told by the manager to make my burrito. He wasn't working on anything at the moment. Then he made another order before making my food. He walked up to me and handed me the burrito, and I then told him I also ordered fries. Instead of turning around to the fries ready in the station directly next to him, he said "ok" and then went back to his station. I had to wait another minute for drive-thru gal (apparently the authorized French fry assembler) to take 5 seconds to scoop me some fries and hand them to me.

The manager and another employee were eating behind the counter while I waited for my food. Very cool.

The manager has no idea what she's doing; there is nobody expediting, nobody checking orders, nobody prepping food so that the guy on the line can work faster. The stations are unclean, and there's food and bags of tortillas scattered all over the place. The floors are DISGUSTING. One employee was standing around eating.

Drive-thru gal was doing a great job for what it's worth. But the employees are either incompetent or don't feel empowered to do an extremely minor task outside of their station. The wait times are entirely self-induced. I've been to this Del Taco probably a hundred times since I was there on opening day, and it's a shadow of its...