The Cosmic Trickster mucked with my life again. He made me come to a Taco Bell.
I think he did it to remind me of why Mexican cuisine isn't something that can be nor should be successfully mass marketed. A truly tasty frozen burrito is an impossibility.
This Taco Bell used to shovel out acceptably good grub. Everything was fresh, crispy when appropriate.
Today everything they make tastes as if it had been left in the rain for 2 hours. Don't do takeout, or else your food will lose whatever heat it contains in 5 minutes. Even the cardboard carryout containers will become as sodden as a rolled up newspaper that missed the porch and landed in a puddle.
My mother who is about as Hispanic as Pat Buchanan makes Mexican food that is ten times as edible as anything you'll buy at a Taco Bell.
Avoid it if possible. I was not so fortunate. The Cosmic Trickster was feeling ornery. My destiny is not my own.