One of the first jobs that I had in Austin in 1981 was working at Jack-in-the-Box (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_in_the_Box.) This was after my job after my time at the Brownville Herald as a sportswriter. It was a step-down, as you can imagine, but I was trying to survive my first year at the University of Texas. I did not do well at the restaurant. My supervisor pulled me aside. He told me that I probably did not have a future in fast food. Not the worse thing to be told.
When I was 14 years old, I left the food industry. At that time, I asked my restaurant-owner mother if I was ever going to get some sort of salary. Her reply? If you want money, go get a job out there, she said pointing to the door. Sounds kinda harsh, but it made me more independent. Today, San Benito, Texas, is the poorest city in all of Texas. How about that a legacy for a hometown? At least the high school football is doing well in 2017.
But until The Wife and I had surgery in MAY 2017, I would still eat there. The food is not bad. I even like their breakfast selections. These days, however, we stay away from fast food when possible.