So I come to the West Coast and I know they have some really good fast food places. I'm driving and see this location. I turn from Flamingo road into the strip mall and, going across the lot traffic, maneuver my car into a parking space from the opposite direction. A small feat considering I'm driving across the drive-in lane to park. But it's Jack-In-The-Box....It's gonna be worth it because I'm hungry. Go inside and a loitering customer is talking to the guy at the desk. Dude is friendly so I cut him some slack. The server is friendly too. I'm not sure what I want so I wait a bit before ordering a portabello mushroom burger. I wait a bit and it seems longer than usual because I'm hungry. I pace a bit sipping my drink because I have that part of the order already. When my order arrives, I walk towards it. A girl from back in the kitchen asks "Who's portabello is this?" When I step up to get it, she glances at me, makes a disparaging face and tosses the bag on the counter in my direction. Fucking bitch! It had been a long day and I was hungry and not ready to start a fight so I just took the burger, left and figured she has having a bad day. Nah she was just a bitch. I don't see myself coming back here again. Not like I'm in town all the time, but next day I went to In-N-Out burger and if you read my review of that location, you'll see why this Jack Off in a Box won't be seeing me anytime soon.
Two Stars because the burger was good, as were the drinks and fries.