I've been a die hard Taco Beuno fan since the moment a warm, pillowly muchaco touched my lips in the seventh grade. However, my idolatry of this institution ended today.
I stood rocking back and forth on my heels three feet away from the cashier like always. Per usual, my head was cocked upwards, reading the menu I already know by heart, entertaining the fleeting thought of changing my regular order in favor of some new menu rollout item. Strolling up to the counter I recited the order I know by rote, "A Number Three, please, with a Dr. Pepper." After picking up my order I first noticed a change. Tortilla chips, which didn't appear to be fried , littered my Mexi Dips and Chips. I get it. Baked Lays are all the rage. Bureaucrats are banning trans fats and bed wetting left and right. It's posche. But they tasted like shaved cardboard. However, I tried to look on the bright side. Ultimately, they are only a vehicle for the Mexi Dips and their lack of taste is easily ignorable. Also, I knew I woudn't miss the occasionaly order whose chips still had a chunk of gelintious lard attached. I could have handled that. Then I took a bite out of my muchaco. Instead of cheddar, thick, clumsy wisps of American processed cheese sat inside, not melting but rather turning back into the vegatable oil from whence they came. Bleck.
I'm no food critic but I can taste the difference Beuno, and it is SO NOT COOL.
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