Taco John’s

Yuck. Lousy bland tiny bean burrito. Better off eating frozen microwave burritos than this joint.

Desperate and starving and two hours from our hotel I took the first non hamburger joint drive through I could find since we didn’t have time for the well rated Mexican restaurants in this town.
In a pinch, taco bell bean burritos have been my go to, so I hoped taco John might do the job.
2.25 for beans cheese burrito. No sauce. No lettuce. Nothing.
Really? No.
It was better than gnawing my arm off, but just barely. On the bright side, I have had no negative side effects to report.

Whenever I am constipated and desperate, I will stop by a Taco John’s (did I mention desperate already?) However, on my most recent visit to the Taco John’s in Charles City, Iowa I realized that they must have changed their recipes due to too many complaints of Montezuma’s Revenge. I could not eat anything for three days, as a huge foreign object moved through my GI Tract. I had not ate anything the day before the visit to Taco John’s or during the three days of hell! Assisted with an overdose of laxatives, on the third day of pain I finally crapped out a giant taco baby. That’s right, the only difference between the taco’s I ate and what I crapped out, was chew marks! They must have started mixing Portland cement into their meat and cheese! It will have to be the last surviving restaurant on the planet before I ever eat there again — I’d rather eat a road-​killed-​four-​day-​old bloated coon before I stop there again!

This girl doesn’t know what shes talking about, this Taco Johns gave me explosive poops and had me throwing up half the night. Jennifer L, you must have a steel colon.

The Sign was a welcome beacon lighting up the night sky. Two tired travelers and their faithful dog companion were driving what seemed endlessly. The campsite they spent the day trying to get to was closed and they ended up having to turn around and head home. Lured by sign after sign that claimed «Camping» and had an arrow, they spotted this Taco John’s. They managed to maneuver the drive-​thru with truck and 16′ camper and got a bag of steaming salty hot potato oles and nacho cheese. Fast and friendly — this was just what these road weary travelers needed. They pulled over in an empty parking lot and ate potato oles and watched the traffic go by.