A declaration of love to everyone's favorite late night food stopAppreciating all that is Taco Bell
Oh, Taco Bell, or as the
pure of heart affectionately calls you, T-Bell. Or, as the scum of the Earth call you, Toxic Hell. Oh, how you complete me. Just the thought of you
makes me long for you. You never fail to fill the empty void deep inside of me.
And how it angers me so when the haterz belittle you. Just a burrito? Oh, you are so much more than that.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. That first
bite, oh, what pure bliss that first bite is. The tortilla, like smooth silky
satin, gently enveloped around the most divine amalgam of ingredients, flavors
blending in a flirtatious tango.
The beans, so magical that they could grow a
beanstalk. Tomato slices so succulent that they explode with flavor at the
slightest touch and lettuce as crispy as freshly-made bacon in the morning.
Rice as pure and soft as the first snow of winter, with sour cream so refined
that it heightens the senses and so creamy that your tongue can barely feel it.
And the beef, ground up so perfectly that it is finer than sand, yet,
softer than clouds with a flavor so exquisite that it brings tears to the
eyes. Or, if you prefer, chicken or steak, each meat marinated in what seems to
be nectar and ambrosia, so juicy that every single bite floods your mouth with
a heavenly flavor and as tender as the breast of an angel.
And the cheese. Oh, the cheese, the cheesiest
cheese that tastes like the fusion of every cheese known and unknown to man.
The aroma, so enticing that children flock to it from miles around.
All of these
ingredients, swirl in your mouth, break apart and combine again in a
fugue of sweets and savor so delightful. This is no mere wrap of grilled meat
clothed in a flour tortilla. This is God, speaking to us through food.Â