I was visiting the Bell back when “Run for the Border” was considered a PC slogan, so you can imagine my excitement when I heard that last semester’s crappy knock-off would be replaced with the real deal.
Taco Bell would be within a moment’s walk and I could indulge my hopeless addiction to Soft Supreme Tacos and Burrito Supremes whenever I damn well pleased.
I know, I know; the food is greasy and totally unhealthy.
Yes, I’ve heard the one about the meat being ungraded and quite possibly only a step above dog food.
And of course I don’t believe that is real cheese.
But my addiction is strong.
The only way I could kick it is by spending several weeks in detox, gnashing my teeth and climbing the walls.
And what would that accomplish?
Nah, I’ll just continue to enjoy the Bell’s pseudo-Mexican cuisine and die a happy — and gassy — man.