Basically instant diarrhea. Driving out of the lot after eating their "food" I felt a pinch and then a slow burn in my gut. I knew what this meant for my afternoon. Was it the luke warm bean spread tostada? Was it the salsa that comes out of a ketchup dispenser sitting on a countertop surrounded by flies? Or perhaps it was the cooked, frozen, microwaved meat filling from the taco that was somehow both burning hot and ice cold? Either way, it did the trick. I had to drive home fully clinched making sure to race through all the yellow lights. Why didn't I go in the store? Well their one stall in the men's room was occupied by another satisfied customer. You don't own Carolina's, you just rent it.