Taco Bell

My dearest Taco Bell Corporate,

Your greasy taco appendages draw me in once more like the steamy, sultry wafting smells emanating from a pie cooling on the windowsill that can pick up cartoon characters by their nostrils and carry them across great distances. That was me. That was me for your tacos. The experience was a rather typical and ordinary experience at the Bell - I exchanged this money here *grunts* for them tacos over there *grunt* and then we parted ways so I could shove those tacos into my mouth after being doused with a fair dose of fire sauce. However the eternal suffering two-faced nature of your love chooses to manifest itself when I do not have my fire sauce packet stash nearby since I am traveling and far from my office, and when I ask for an assload of fire sauce packets, I only get three. Are you serious? If the government allowed us to marry, and we had tied the knot, then I would most certainly divorce you over such a heinous act. No ifs, ands, and no more butts for you. You should not play with my emotions when I am hungry and want fire sauce, or I will go down the street to a younger, prettier thing that gives out "salsa" packages with reckless abandon to any gentleman suitor with more than one tooth. Fire sauce is life. Denying a loyal customer the boatload of fire sauce he wants is akin to entering into a shit-throwing contest with a monkey - there are no winners. Only losers.

We shall part ways for now but until we meet again, and my demands for fire sauce can be satisfied, we are hereby on "a break," and like Ross and Rachel we shall see who really thinks we are on a break and what that means for the future.

It's a small taco bell but overall good service & typical prices. Closes 12 usually. So it's great for a bit of fourth meal. If you're not sure about what to order, ask their opinion -they usually aren't shy about voicing their preference