MK
Mackenzy Kaplan
Oct 9, 2025
Let me be clear: I don’t place Taco Bell orders—I submit quests. My order is the kind of thing that makes cash registers sigh and printers pray. Customizations? Oh, I bring custom-i-nation. Extra cheese, no lettuce, swap this, add that, sides of every sauce like I’m stocking an apocalypse bunker. I’m basically building a taco kingdom one packet at a time.
And THIS Taco Bell? They don’t just handle it. They nail it. Every. Single. Time. No missing items, no forgotten sauces, no sad, lonely tacos. Everything is hot, fresh, and so precisely made you'd think Gordon Ramsay was back there rolling burritos with Michelin-star passion.
The staff? Calm as queso. Friendly as cinnamon twists. I could order a Crunchwrap with a side of emotional support and they’d probably make it happen. I’ve thrown them orders that look like riddles—and they serve it up like Taco Bell royalty, no questions asked.
I genuinely believe there’s a tortilla wizard in the kitchen whispering, “Not today, mistakes. Not today.”
To whoever runs this place: you are the Supreme in Supreme Taco. You are the keeper of the sauces. You are the reason I Live Más and Love Más.