Dear Mexican-style fast food purveyor,
I'd like to express my gratitude. Thank you so much for the smaller than average tacos with wet cheese, the burnt-in-dirty-canola-oil-tasting fried potato crowns without salt, pepper, or anything without, and especially the "hot sauce" or "flavorless tomato water" as I would have renamed it. Also, thank you for the righteous heartburn that lasted far into the night. It isn't very often that I get to pay over eleven dollars to get sick off of food. I had such a wonderful meal that I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to top it, so I will not be buying your products again.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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Perhaps this particular location for said gracious fast food emporium has suffered of late from the influx of "work for America" retards which did not get in to the flight controller academy, and instead had to seek employment with the taco givers.
ReplyDeleteI would like to sincerely thank MY local western mexican burrito haven for the lucious, always hot, impressively seasoned potato chunks of joy which must always be ordered with a side of deceptively excellent guacamole.
My typical fare at this establishment includes a grilled chicken and cheese burrito with zesty pockets of potato love and a diet soda. Half of this mammoth creation can I gum down at once. The other half greets me late at night and ...JOY!!... half a burrito in the fridge winking at me.
Where where the zesty pseudo mexican giant fails miserable is the hot sauce to be sure. NOt only does it lack in spice, but I would say the mildness rivals that of lukewarm rice beer. Such rice beers have I enjoyed from their cheap green glass on the roof of a CHinese retaraunt in Madison where the landlord was too cheap to fix the ancient refridgerator to produce cold beverages. In retaliation we trounced out onto the gravel roof and drank as many of these beers as we could before getting yelled at by the Chinese lady and heading downstairs to purchase copious amounts of sweet and sour chicken (on credit) and agreeing in ful that she should sue the landlord for letting some bastards walk on top of her establishment. Never a random moment.