Jack in the Box

Skip this place and go across the street to Carl's Jr. There were over 100 flies in this place, trash EVERYWHERE, overflowing drink fountains, trash cans, the bathrooms smelled like literal shit, and they even got our order wrong. Seriously, after all of that??

employee didn't wash his hands in restroom and returned to work. We all returned and cancelled our orders. So gross

Road trips are fun.

Even better when you have good company.

The fun started when my friend and I were on our way back up from a raucous weekend down in San Diego. For the record, he had more of a raucous time than I did and paid for it partially on our trip back up (aka barfing on the side of the freeway on government land and then pretty much getting a HOO-RAH from a passing Marine, CLASSIC!)

The poor guy rested from that point on until we were about halfway up I-5. He wakes up and says that he's hungry, I see a sign for Jack In The Box and off the freeway we careen. Walk into the place, order up some food and sat down with our bounty. As we were going deep in our food we took a glance around. The people were interesting to say the least, some of which appeared as if they shared one tooth among a couple of them. I believe I made a comment that the Lost Hills Have Eyes or something to that effect. Sure it's not nice to say these things but it was only our personal observations.

With our meal done, our bellies full, we were ready to head further north. As we were driving off, tears welled up in our eyes and then we agreed that him and I will always have Lost Hills!

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