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| - I've been a fan of Jack's for a long, long time. My ex-wife was a research dietician with Foodmaker Corp. when it was owned by Robert O. Peterson. A lot has changed since then, but I'm still a fan of Jack In The Box.
When it was time to leave Las Vegas, my current wife and I decided not to leave town with empty tummies and no coffee. This JB was right across from our hotel, so we hit it for breakfast.
Our food was just great, mine a Meat Lover's Burrito Combo ($5.19) and hers a Sausage Croissant Combo ($4.69). Both combos came with hash brown patties and coffee. Neither of us could finish, and the leftovers provided a great snack on the 5-hour drive home, along with our refilled coffees.
But I was most impressed with Victoria, the order-taker. The customer before us was a wee bit harebrained or hungover, hard to tell which, and thought she had to wait outside the building in the desert heat for a To-Go order. Victoria called her number, and realized the customer was outside sweltering in the morning sun. Victoria rolled her eyes, shrugged her shoulders, told me she would be right with me, locked the register and delivered the bags of food to the whacked customer outside. Now that's good service. We're fans.
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