You're going to want to read this...
So I've just spent a week with my family in Yellowstone, huddled in an RV that we rented from "Cruise America" in Salt Lake City. 5 of us. Talk about uncomfortable, but that's another review (that I'll be posting immediately after this one).
Driving back to SLC to return the hooptie, we stop at the Flying J truck stop across the street and I notice the signs for Taco Time.
"Oh Joy!"
I've heard wonderful things about Taco Time and decide to journey across the highway to partake in the delightful treat I've heard so much about.
Upon entering the run-down gas station, there is an A&W / Taco Time combo inside to the left. I look the menu over and honestly am not impressed at all by the selection. Maybe none of them have choices? There were maybe 2-3 "tacos" and 2-3 "burritos." None of which even looked good in the pictures on the menu.
Each combo meal comes with a small cup of "Mexican fries." MEXICAN... (tater tots). Did you read that? Look at it again. TATER TOTS. Since when are tater tots, Mexican? I mean... I love me some tater tots so I ate the #*%$ out of those Mexican fries... but still.
There was one pretty girl at the register, and one cook. The cook was so slow he literally made one item at a time. I watched. Once the complete order was ready, whoever's item was cooked first was $#*t outta luck because it was cold by the time they took a bite. There was a family of 6 before us so it took forever to even get a chance to order food.
So my son, being smarter than me, ordered a cheeseburger and fries from the A&W menu. I ordered "The Big Juan" (supposed to be some kind of combo burrito I'm assuming). I got a combo, just for the tater tots, and small drink and paid over $12 for the small meal for two. The food took about 10 minutes to cook, so we had time to people watch.
Remember in elementary school when you had to read "Lord of the Flies?" Yeah that book has nothing to do with this restaurant, but it sounded like something I could work into this review since the place was so full of flies. There were at least 2-dozen of them flying around the dining room. No idea how anyone could eat their food in there. And I hated that book.
We elected to take the food to go, and eat on the road. Now Salt Lake City is about 1.5 hours south of the restaurant, so naturally we grabbed the food and hit the road with no worries. We have gas, have food... we're good, right?
WRONG
I unwrap the burrito and take a bite. The rice was not fully cooked and each bite had hard pieces of uncooked rice, crunching between my teeth. There was next to NO flavor when it came to the "meat" they used, not really sure if it was beef or what. The beans were unlike any I've ever eaten at any Mexican restaurant, and I grew up in Southern California where every corner has a different Mexican restaurant. No seasoning on anything. Everything was bland.
It was horrible. I ate maybe 3 bites and I was done.
Or so I thought...
5 minutes down the road, the burrito was calling my name, but not the uneaten portion. It was calling me from within. First there was a slight rumble. Seconds later there was a larger grumble. About a minute later my stomach flipped over and I have never clenched my cheeks together harder.
I can hold it, I'm an adult...
There's construction on the 15 freeway south and every slight bump in the road I was praying to God, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Ghandi and Tom Cruise to help me keep it in. Got all the way to a Walmart parking lot, and of course the bathroom was out of order up front. I walked through the store as fast as I could, but with a slight limp, and even had to act like I was in some sort of pain to hide the fact that I was trying to speed-walk while full on clinching my cheeks and legs together to avoid creating a brown river on aisle 3.
What in the actual @&$" was in that burrito?!
I DO NOT RECOMMEND EATING HERE FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER read more
