The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Taco Bell
Borrowed from Wirecutter, under the same headline:
Y'know, I think I've eaten at that particular franchise myself . . . and the effects on my digestion were just as explosive!
6 comments:
Gives a whole new meaning to "Thunder from Down Under!"©®
Dad used to call those "thunder mugs".
Last time I voluntarily ate at a Taco Bell was in '79, same exact response as you had. It's food..... just.
I find the food at most places like these to, essentially, just be bland and inconsequential. Like, "nothing to write home about" more than anything.
A blast from the repast.
There's a reason it's referred to as TacoHell
I stopped eating there a looonng time ago, specifically due to the g.i. tract effects caused by their food.
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