Although this place was the last choice on a road trip home to California, I should've kept driving another hundred miles to go anywhere else besides this place. When I walked in no one greeted me and in fact no one took my order for approximately seven minutes. A nice young gentleman with the double pierced ears and a gentle lisp helped me take my order. He was fantastic at taking my order but I chose the big breakfast and this as you'll see, was the route one of the reasons for my poor visit to Jack in the crack. The big breakfast consisted of approximately five items along with a container of syrup. Each item got worse than the previous item starting out with the hashbrowns that were actually pretty delicious and moving through to the bacon that had to be a few weeks old. The Pancakes were pretty good but the eggs were rubbery. Just forget about trying the bacon and sausage I actually spit out of my mouth into the sac that it came in. The guy at the gas station was one of the most friendliest gas station clerks of ever met. Unfortunately, this did not overshadow the poor quality of the food that I consumed. I don't blame Jack-in-the-Box I just blame myself choosing Jack-in-the-Box as a place to eat.
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