By now you’ve no doubt heard: Taco Bell has taken the bacon world by storm! It’s all everyone is talking about. Its face seems to be painted across every surface I encounter. It’s the bacon-cheddar-gordita-crunch, and it has come to dominate our world.
Taco Bell is not really on my radar. I mean, yeah, we drive by it every morning on our way to the coffee shop, but we never actually go there. My husband and I are both fans of the poorly-put-together bean burrito, mostly because it has that huge flap of tortilla at the bottom, filled with a pool of taco sauce, and no one can replicate that awful fold job. Reminds us of high school or something. And yet, like most of the awful things we used to eat as kids, it’s more fun to talk about than to actually re-live. And so my patronage rolls right by every morning without so much as a wistful glance.
However, being the intrepid bacon hound that I am, I think I may have to go give this one a try. My dear friend Beth says she’ll brave it with me, and I’m going to make her keep that promise. Hopefully this weekend. If anyone else has sampled this culinary wonder and has an opinion they’d like to share, we’d love to hear it. In the meantime, I hope to take some gnarly taco autopsy photos to share with you next week. Wish me luck!