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| - Since I also think this is a 3 and a half star experience, I'll split the outstanding star with Ali B.
One morning, I found myself pulling into their weird parking lot... so I call Mr H and ask him if he wants anything. He tells me "No thanks, I've already had my coffee". "Alright bro, next time", I replied as I hung up, wondering if he actually heard that I was at "Señor Taco"
Then I called my boy A-A-Ron, catching him before heading into the office, and asked if he'd like something from Senor Taco (since I'd heard him and Paddy talking about their breakfast burritos the week prior)
"That's a 10-4 good buddy"
I've previously been to another Senor Taco, but never for breakfast. Although I contemplated that the $6.49/ea price might be a little steep, I slapped down a Jackson, while under my breath in a falsetto, I sang "I'm sorry Ms Jackson, I am fo reeeeal"
I was pleasantly pleased by the girth or weight of the to-go bag. I didnt know any lyrics that mentioned "girth", so I just falsetto'd out a "this bag's gotta lotta giiiiiiirth" as I bounced like a wrecking ball
Both Aaron and I sat in silence, he with his chorizo and I with my machaca, occasionally glancing at each other during chews, exchanging a satisfied head nod
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