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| - This Taco Bell is strangely wonderful; after a LONG drive through nothingness, albeit beautiful nothingness, from Northern California, my friend and I were famished. It was late at night, our hotel wasn't letting us check in (rooms were in another person's name who hadn't arrived yet...@$)(&#) so we were on the hunt for good food that wasn't going to break the bank (like the night ahead of us would).
I knew that with some driving, we were bound to find a Taco Bell. It's familiar, consistent, and gets the hunger-job done.
We drove... and drove... until we finally spotted that glorious rasta-mehiko bell dangling in the Vegas dusk. YES. I swerved (er.. well, it was stand-still, jam-packed traffic) but still, I turn-signalled and shoved my way across FIVE lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic to get us to this Taco Bell.
It was so worth it. They had more sauce packets than I've ever seen, and I drowned my three chicken tacos in an ocean of fire sauce.
Funny fact: my sauce packet said "Let's go get matching tattoos." I wonder if that's special copy for sin city, haha.
Too bad I was craving more at 3am (room service?).
I love you, TB! You make Vegas better.
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