So I implore you to read the full story, because I have to say that typically I detest fast food unless it is of the home fish and chip shop variety. Also, despite it seeming obvious, I have long since gone past the days of being asked to endorse Taco Bell products based simply on my Everyman implicit and other worldly charismatic demeanor. They no longer pay me exorbitant fees for that natural magnetism. So I am in the states for one week to see the absolute fabulous delights of my children whom I love dearly, Courtney Firth and David Firth, and also a wonderfully talented and witty professional who goes by the name of Stephanie Walsh. Ive been working hard this morning on the laptop, and it is time to break for lunch. I am not proud of my decision, and there are so few culinary delights I miss from the US that I could write them on the back of her majestys postage stamps. So it amazed even me that on trolling through hwy 72 fast food land I had a hankering for, of all things, awful fast food Mexican. (As an aside I really do adore authentic spicy Mexican food, yum). And this is the start and end of the story. Do I ever choose Taco Bell? No. Was I desperate for it? Yes. Did I get a tapas variety of interesting soft and crunchy cheapo stuff? Yes. But what is more I saw emblazoned all over each window their latest creative bent in most glorious technicolor. It is someones job at Taco Bell to sit in a board room in front of a white board and come up with the new products,creative products that no-one in their right mind would put together at home. Products like... The waffle taco. The waffle taco. For breakfast some insanely talented and creative genius has pushed the boundaries out so far that not only have they layered waffle, sausage and egg together, but they have found a genetically mutated way to make them all so bloody bendable that you can (apparently) dribble fire hot sauce down the middle of it and eat it without spillage, like a taco. A waffle, crisp and toasty, bendable into a shape that is manageable in a vast two miles to the gallon Ford F950 g (or something). Unhealthy? Check. Absurd? Check. Probably poor tasting? Check. But weirdly and elaborately the product of Einstein like geniosity)? Oh most definitely. Hats off. What a job.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 18:55:50 +0000
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