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Garrett’s Google Reviews

I grew up on the Taco Johns. It's not the same as it was when I was younger but part of that is probably nostalgia. My hometown had 2 the one on the northside had real cherry coke so sometimes that was worth the extra few minutes drive. Couldn't get near either one on Taco Tuesdays back in the day.
 
Taco John’s six pack and a pound is my go-to “this is all me” food item I get rarely. I’m talking about I’m hungry, I’m stressed, and I don’t have to share it.
 
I worked at a TJ’s for about two weeks in High School. It was 1982, and it was just like a scene from "Fast Times”. The uniform was 100% polyester, and my mom would make me hang it in the garage because of the smell. When we were browning the hamburger we would stir it with an old Black and Decker electric drill. One night during Pheasant season some drunk "richy rich out-of-staters” wanted some food after spending several hours at the local strip club. Me and my buddy (who by the way drove a 79’ gold Trans Am with the big motor, T-tops, and stock Hurst shifter. His girlfriend drove the black "Smokey and The Bandit" version! Not rich kids, they just worked every day!) We let the drunks in because the food would have gone to the dumpster anyway. They proceeded to throw food around, and mess up our cleaned eating area. Which, for you ol’ timers, consisted of those Taco John’s tables and benches that were covered in epoxy, with coins in them. This really pissed off my buddy and myself because the 2nd clean up was going to delay our weed smoking, listening to Aldo Nova, and “dragging main" in that Trans Am! We hopped over the counter and threw those old fuckers (who were probably in their 40’s) out of the restaurant! Because it was 1982, and Google, let alone the internet, had yet to be invented, those assholes “reviewed” us to the owner of the TJ’s, who happened to be their connection for bird hunting. They said I was rude, cussed at them, and was very unprofessional, which lead to my firing. Those were the days!
 
I worked at a TJ’s for about two weeks in High School. It was 1982, and it was just like a scene from "Fast Times”. The uniform was 100% polyester, and my mom would make me hang it in the garage because of the smell. When we were browning the hamburger we would stir it with an old Black and Decker electric drill. One night during Pheasant season some drunk "richy rich out-of-staters” wanted some food after spending several hours at the local strip club. Me and my buddy (who by the way drove a 79’ gold Trans Am with the big motor, T-tops, and stock Hurst shifter. His girlfriend drove the black "Smokey and The Bandit" version! Not rich kids, they just worked every day!) We let the drunks in because the food would have gone to the dumpster anyway. They proceeded to throw food around, and mess up our cleaned eating area. Which, for you ol’ timers, consisted of those Taco John’s tables and benches that were covered in epoxy, with coins in them. This really pissed off my buddy and myself because the 2nd clean up was going to delay our weed smoking, listening to Aldo Nova, and “dragging main" in that Trans Am! We hopped over the counter and threw those old fuckers (who were probably in their 40’s) out of the restaurant! Because it was 1982, and Google, let alone the internet, had yet to be invented, those assholes “reviewed” us to the owner of the TJ’s, who happened to be their connection for bird hunting. They said I was rude, cussed at them, and was very unprofessional, which lead to my firing. Those were the days!
and you havent been employed since
 
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