Michael Hansen
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Jack in the Box – A Tale of Two Visits
Visit #1: A Five-Star Revelation
So, my first time picking up food for myself instead of through DoorDash, and let me tell you—WHOLLY MOLY, I was impressed. The quality? Legit five stars. I walked away thinking, "Is this really Jack in the Box or did I accidentally stumble into some high-end secret test kitchen?" Either way, I was thrilled.
Visit #2: A $10 Life Lesson
Fast forward to my next visit, and... well... SMH.
I walk in, literally the only customer, surrounded by seven or eight staff members who seemed to be moving at the speed of a dramatic movie slow-mo scene. I order the #22 combo with orange juice instead of coffee.
Total? Over $10.
At this point, I’m expecting something magical—maybe handcrafted, farm-to-table fast food? Maybe an egg so fluffy it writes poetry? Something, ANYTHING, to justify a $10 fast-food breakfast.
Nope.
I get a pre-packaged orange juice that probably costs 50 cents wholesale, a microwaved frozen sandwich, and an egg that felt like I was chewing on a flexible frisbee.
Now, I get that not everyone scrambles their eggs, but this one? This egg was not right. But hey, I’m adaptable. I take my first bite... and it’s ALL bread, egg, and a tiny whisper of questionable cheese. Why? Because the meat was chilling on one side, the egg had slid to the other, and the cheese was somewhere in the middle, contemplating its existence.
So there I am, driving down the road, one-handed, doing structural repairs on my sandwich to make it actually edible. Managed to center the ingredients myself (because apparently, that’s my job now), took another bite, and yeah... I’ve had better frozen sandwiches from Grocery Outlet.
The Silver Linings?
The girl at the front was solid at customer service. Not fast by any means, but attentive, made eye contact, and actually confirmed my order.
The place is always clean. That’s important.
The staff seems to be having a great time. And honestly, I’d rather see happy employees than a miserable crew dead inside from the weight of capitalism.
Final Verdict?
Since my first visit was shockingly good and this visit felt like a prank from the frozen breakfast gods, I’m gonna chalk it up to bad timing.
But Jack in the Crack… $10 for THAT?!? WOW. I wasn’t expecting Michelin-star dining, but I also wasn’t expecting to feel personally attacked by a breakfast sandwich.