Jack In the Box

I haven’t eaten at a jack in the box for 28 years. The places I lived did not have them. I don’t know if I was just really hungry or what, but that was the best sausage croissant I have ever had.

Good for fast food but the service was beautiful and excellent! Reap what you sow and we got a lot of sweetness. Drinks were great here too!

While trying to order food I was constantly interrupted with FOUL conversation from the the drive through taker named «Kathy» and other coworkers… My advice don’t go here unless you expect less then exceptional service

This restaurant has 2 stars, and that’s pretty spot-​on, in my opinion. I’m from Georgia. Jack in the box doesn’t exist there, so I was very excited to try it.
I decided to get a burger through the drive through one night after school. The girl repeatedly (and pretty rudely) told me that she couldn’t hear me. At one point I was almost shouting so she could. It was very embarrassing. At one point I even thought that maybe the employee was deliberately making me repeat myself just to be rude… it was that awful.
This jack in the box location really needs to replace their outdoor speaker/​microphone unit so it actually functions well enough for their employees to hear their patrons. The girl’s attitude was off, but it was probably from having to deal with this sub-​par system all day. I’m sure it’s exhausting trying to struggle through and make out what people are saying and you can’t because the machine itself is crap. Seriously, management, do your job. If you notice that an essential piece of equipment isn’t working, take measures to get it replaced. Your inaction is costing your business money and customers. I literally almost drove away rather than having to deal with it. Do. Your. Job. So. Your. Employees. Can. Do. Theirs.
That aside, the burger was standard, just like all other fast food places. Their breakfast pancakes were stale tasting.
I probably won’t go again.

Food was good, exactly what you’d expect from any Jack in the Box. Only thing was staff were very unprofessional. The woman that took my order walked away without taking my money leaving me standing there awkwardly waiting for someone to come back. No one welcomed me when I came in or wished me a good day when I left. I know it’s fast food, but it’s such a small thing that takes no time to do. They were also obviously understaffed.

Decent, each time ive gone its been late and I was starving. The mango smoothie is good, the food par. Last time my nuggets seemed to have been cooked while stuck together so they were not fully cooked in parts, besides that the other experiences the food was fine.

Terrible service. Tried to charge $ 2.69 for cup of ice. No follow up (as promised) by district manager. They lost $ 8 order over 10 cent cup of ice. Would suggest any of the other restaurants on Lindell. I won’t be back.

Let me preface this with the fact that I have no fucking idea if this was the Jack in the Box I went to. I just know I told my friend «oh I’ve never seen a Jack in the Box», and he immediately turned into the drive thru.
The tacos are like Jamaican Beef Patties filled with questionable meat that smells like cat food.
I got pretty sick after my trip to STL, and I really just wanna blame the JIB on it. It causes cancer. I know, because I’m a doctor.
It was the beginning of the end.

I got food poisoning from this place!
I came here around 2pm on a raining Saturday afternoon. I work near here, and I have never before had any issues– I loved it.
But this experience… terrible. First, I had two orders. On the second I wanted chili cheese fries. I stated such. The drive thru gal did not put it on the screen. She asked anything else? I said yes chili cheese fries. Once again not on the screen. She did not reply for a full minute. The angrily, «MA’AM!». I said «YES I WOULD LIKE SOME CHILI CHEESE FRIES PLEASE.» She said would that be all? Fries still weren’t on the screen. I said yes my order of chili cheese fries I keep asking for. She gave me the total. I said NO, I AM TRYING TO ORDER CHILI CHEESE FRIES. More silence. I said it again. More silence. Finally I put my car in park and said «look, I am not leaving this drive thru until you put chili cheese fries on my order». After another moment of silence she FINALLY FOUND THE BUTTON TO HIT THE CHILI CHEESE FRIES! YAY! Only took me asking 6 times!
Pull up to the window and the woman in the back yelled «Bitch, get back here and make this food» My drive through person was clearly frazzled, as she was trying to yell back she was filling our drinks. She jerked the drinks away to go help the classy woman in the back. there was soda poured all over the cup and she handed it to me, telling me to pull forward.
We did, and we finally received our order of fries, tacos, and a burger about 10 minutes later. She said sorry about the wait. I informed her it wasn’t the wait she should be apologizing for.
Well, guess karma’s a b, ’cause both me and my friend split those fries we worked so hard for (and yeah, they were freezing cold and had 5 fries in the container), and within 30 minutes we had violent food poisoning. In fact I have never been more sick in my entire life.
I have thus sworn off jack in the box and don’t know that I could ever eat another.

It hits the spot late at night. I assume it hits the spot during the rest of the day too, but my inhibitions about fat and calorie consumption preclude me from finding out for sure. It’s not 24 hours like the nearby Del Taco, but I’ve never had a problem with slow service.

Fast food serves two purposes in my life. The first is for ridicule & scorn. The ungodly portions, non-​existent nutritional value and overall harm it does to our society are just a few of the reasons I loathe these zits on the culinary ass of America. Hypocritically enough, the second is income. My main client at work is McDonalds. If you’ve heard any McD’s radio in St. Louis, I wrote it. So, there’s one reason my invitation to heaven will get lost in the mail.
A few times a year, the urge strikes and I must be reminded why I hate it so much. Last night was one of those times. It was about 11pm, my gut was groanin’ & the debit card machine was busted at McDonalds. I pulled into Jack in the Box to see what all the fuss was about.
Holy shit people. This was the slowest, most obnoxious, goopiest, limp-​fried experience of my life. It took roughly eight hours to make it through the drive-​thru. So much for the fast. The headset chick was snippy to the woman in front of me. After repeating her order wrong three times, the headset chick finally got it right but shoved a giant, steaming pile of Sarcasm through the speaker.
The actual «food» part was a pretty sad experience. There’s got to be an incredible demand for cholesterol & saturated fat because every sandwich on the burger side had at least two patties, two pieces of cheese and two strips of bacon. I found the only single burger on the menu. Here’s a question, do they really need to put a whole tub of mayo on the burgers? Skip the trip to Costco & just get your mayo for the year at the drive-​thru.
Isn’t it a cardial sin to serve limp dick fries at a fast food establishment? I believe Jesus said to Ronald himself, «Always serve crispy fries, my clown son.» If so, then Jack & I will be side by side in hell for the rest of eternity. But what do you expect for $ 4.38 at 11pm? If Whole Foods was open, I would’ve gladly driven over to Brentwood and crawled into their salad bar.
Let the routine repeat iself. It’ll be six — eight months before the urge strikes again and I’ll have forgotten about how bad this place was.
«It won’t be so bad», I’ll reassure myself.
«What other choice do I have?» I’ll ask.
Future Mike, It will be that bad and you do have a choice — go home and rummage through the composter.
See you in February.