Yes, I am seriously reviewing Taco Bell. I understand that it is borderline shameful to go to Taco Bell, especially with such easy access to the 754,130 delicious local taco shops, but sometimes a girl just has to run for the border. This week a trip to Taco Bell was the only feasible remedy after a particularly brutal bar prep class.
I will not bother to individually review the menu, as everyone knows what they like at the Bell... I do, however, have to honor my favorite Taco Bell item:
THE CHEESY GORDITA CRUNCH.
Hello, old friend...
I know that you are no longer listed on the menu at most locations, but the dedicated Taco Bell staff are always so kind to recreate you anyway - and I rarely even have to beg. I ask for you with beans instead of ground beef, and thus always know you will be warm, fresh, and fashioned exclusively for me. You should be made with no lettuce, of course, because warm, wilty vegetation has no place on you, a stunning masterpiece of lard, fat, and carbohydrates.
They fill your crispy corn taco shell with toasty refried beans, melty cheddar cheese, and an addictive zesty sauce... If they stopped there, yes, I think I would still care about you - but it is the next step that makes me fall in love. Your crunchy taco shell is then wrapped in a warm blanket of flatbread, the two shells cemented together with a layer of cheesy adhesive that knows no peer. You are now complete. You are a vision of tastiness. Oh, cheesy gordita crunch, at long last we meet again.