Taco Bell

I love this location and have been going there for over 10 years since i was a kid. I love the pizzahut concept but i feel like its too expensive and not worth it. Idk if it’s bc of new employees or what but the last 2 times i went there they forgot parts of my order. The first time they forgot a $ 1 burrito. Next time they forgot my $ 5 nachos. And one time i got stale cinammon twists. This all happened within the same few months.

This is an excellent Taco Bell. Well run and the recipes are tweaked to be extra tasty. Ignore the ratings that say that it’s dirty because they’re simply not true. I go two to three times a week and I’ve never been disappointed. Certainly worth the benefit of the doubt.

I stopped here this morning and was very impressed with Sergio as he certainly was a breath of fresh air in the fast food industry. He was friendly, attentive, and set himself apart from your normal drive thru employees, of course if I had to guess he was probably the manager. I’ll be back for sure! Keep up the good work!!!

This is the worst taco bell I have ever been too. And mind you I don’t set my standards very high for fast food joints. My order is simple and precise. Nachos with sour cream and tomatoes. Nothing else. They get it wrong every time. If you want your order right, do not go here.

I’m currently sitting for over ten minutes and still haven’t taken my order. Terrible service. Waste of my time. Never coming back again

Nice people they need to clean the pop machine pretty sure it’s dirty as hell the way the pop taste

Horribly dirty inside. NONE of the tables were cleaned, floors had garbage all over and there was a vagabond hanging out in the booth. I actually felt dirty sitting inside here.

Now, normally I boycott this location on the sole premise that they refused to fulfill my late night craving when I took a leisurely stumble from the bar through the drive through at 2am. In my drunken stupor I still believe they should have served me. I mean hey, I did the right thing. I walked instead of taking a car for the late night craving that you regret in the morning, the last call one night stand of fast food if you will. But yet they cannot serve a person who simply walks through the drive through demanding burritos and tacos… and of course cinnamon twists. Apparently you must have a car.
But I digress; they made up for all of this and more in this last visit. My friend and I show up to this seemingly average Taco Bell location on this sunny Saturday afternoon and face the ever so challenging question of using the drive thru or just going inside. Looking in the window I noticed two attractive blondes sitting at a table, so I decided to go inside.
As I entered, my mind started racing. Hardshell or softshell? Why is the floor sticky? Will the cashier speak English well enough to understand my sarcastic remarks? Those two blondes looked better from a far. Regardless, I charged onward to the counter to find out that my cashier was a sweet Hispanic woman. She asked me how my day was going, I reported to her that I was fantastic and proceeded to order my three crunchy tacos and a «nachos,» or stale chips that have been sitting under a heat lamp, uncovered, long after their disposal time and a questionable cup of melted «cheese product,» if you will, from a container that probably hasn’t been cleaned since 2001. The sweet woman asked if I wanted anything to drink with that and I considered the fact that I have been day drinking and was going to continue after my buddy and I left so I reported to her that I was not going to need a drinking seeing how I was continuing my binge but I appreciated the offer.
As I was waiting, peeking at the blondes as I tried to conceive if I felt they were attractive or not the cashier taps my shoulder.
«Would you like some hot sauce?» She exclaimed.
I absolutely wanted hot sauce, fire no doubt.
«How many packets?» She inquired.
How many packets? Now I’m as American as they come. I love beer, football, freedom, «celebrating America by blowing up a small part of it» on the fourth, and I drive a civic… ok Semi-​American. But this still means I love everything in excess. The fact that this woman wanted to know how many packets I wanted was humbling. She truly cared about my meal. She wasn’t you’re average disgruntled fast-​food worker handing you your bag of shit with a glare and a half-​assed «have a nice day» that we can loosely interpret to «fuck off and die of cardiac arrest, you glutton. She didn’t just throw a handful in, no! She cared about my taco bell experience. If one has too few packets, your meal is as good as ruined. This woman cared. I replied I’ll have 4 packets. She smirked and gave me 8 whole packets! What a champ. She knew that I could find so many uses for those packets of pure fire and wanted to make sure I that I had enough.
My bag of heaven finally arrived and got carefully placed on the counter like Indiana Jones putting the bag where the golden idol went. The sweet cashier puts my hot sauce in the bag and with a smile hands it too me. I don’t know whether it was the hunger, drunkenness, anticipation, or a mixture. But instead of heading back home and eating. My buddy and I decided to eat there. We combed through the taco bell looking for clean tables. One was sticky, one had cheese. Somehow we found one that was cleaner than any fast food table I’ve ever seen. You would have an easier time finding Payton Manning’s dignity after that last Superbowl than finding another table this clean in any fast food establishment. So we sat down, shot a smile to the blondes, and started our adventure into taste bud heaven.
Now there have been many times where I’ve been more disappointed in my taco bell meal than Alabama fans have been at that last iron bowl. But no, this was not one of those times. Nothing can explain the deliciousness that ensued when I bit into that first taco. It was the perfect mix of ingredients; from the week old meat/​sawdust mixture to the green stuff engineered to look like lettuce, it was amazing. The taste was so good that it didn’t matter that the hands that prepped it most likely ignored the «All Employees Must Wash Hands» sign. Those hands knew the perfect way to put that taco together and at that point in time that is all I cared about.
As I crumbled up the wrappers and tossed them out with what little respect I had for my diet left into the trash I took a second to ponder my experience there. The sun was shining out that glass door and I thought to myself, You, Des Plaines Taco Bell, are Beautiful.

The verdict is in, Taco Bell breakfast is… (insert sports analogy here.) «It’s good, it’s good», «Goal, goal, goal…». Judges give it a perfect score, 10!
Tried the steak burrito vs the bacon burrito. Steak burrito wins, but wish they made «supreme fajita» versions with grilled onions and green peppers. Secondly they need more of a vegetarian breakfast for my friends, which the onion and green peppers could be one.
The bacon burrito and bacon grilled taco taste exactly the same. The difference is the size for the price.
Now it’s time to expand the breakfast menu and offer it all day and night.

Not a bad place. Quick and fresh– somehow seems way tastier than the Taco Bell by my house.
One star off because they forgot a taco. Luckily I work nearby, but it stinks that I had to go back in bad weather. They made up for it though– threw me another free taco! Much appreciated.

I actually LOVE this taco bell. It tastes like it used to in the 90’s when the beans were still good. If you’re vegetarian and you replace everything at TB with beans, this the best one for the job!

Horrible service, the place is always dirty and the consistantly mess up your order. Taco Hell is a good late night munchie spot but not this one, and god forbid you ask for extra sauces, they look at you like you’re trying to steal something from them. Very rude staff also, never a thank you. Maybe its just the late staff or just me but this place really stinks.

It’s like any other taco bell. It’s kinda depressing to go inside since it hasn’t been remodeled in forever so I only go through the drive — thru. Most of their food is good but sometimes it’s a miss. Do watch out wether or not they hand you straws/​napkins or give you three sauces when you ask for a lot.