 Taco Bell
"What the hell are you trying to prove with all the g'damn Taco Bell reviews anyway?" I can't tell you how many times people say that to me. Well, actually, they never do, but if they did, I don't know what I would say. I don't know what we're trying to prove. If it's that Taco Bell stores can often be vastly different, then I think we've already proved it. If it's that we're idiotic enough to review all the Taco Bells we ever eat at, then I think we've proved that too. Maybe it's more of a conceptual joke that can only reach its full fruition once a hundred—nay, a thousand—Taco Bell stores have been individually catalogued and reviewed. Then we can count the total number of words devoted to describing what is essentially the same experience and have a good laugh … or cry, thinking of all the DATES we could have been going on.
Um, yes. Well, anyway, here's another one. This was pure road food. I was down to my last couple of dollars, fiendishly hungry, and driving back from San Francisco to LA on the 101. I stopped in King City to partake of their Taco Bell. The service was amazingly slow. I ordered two bean burritos, no cheese, and a glass of water. The service was still very slow. They gave me like eight packets of Fire sauce as well. What did they think, I was likely to use four packets for each burrito? Those aren't very large burritos at all! Anyway, I ate the burritos and that was that. That's all I remember of King City and the nine minutes I spent there. Now allow me to predict the number of hits this page will receive in the next year: two Worth it? You bet'cha.
Review by La Fée, September 1999 |