I can't believe I'm reviewing freaking Taco Bell. But yet, here are my fingers briskly typing my love (or non-dislike) of this venerated establishment.
Now, everyone has their own weakness for crappy fast food. Some people swear by the drunken White Castle run, some secretly call on Colonel Sanders for a quick hunger break, but I willingly run for the border about once a month or so when the mood strikes me.
My life just wouldn't be the same without the occasional two crunchy tacos and Burrito Supreme with tons of Fire sauce.