The Iggblog

I went out to hit up the ATM this morning. Can you believe it? True story!

Gimme a break, I needed an exciting first line to draw people in. The real meat has to do with what was NEXT to the ATM. It was a Taco Bell. I was hungry while extracting cash fromthe loving arms of the ATM, and thought to myself “Hrm.. I could eat at there for less than the cost of the air I’m breathing… Why not?” So I ate at a Taco Bell. This would probably be the third time ever. I have nothing against it or its filthy wares per se… but the place has always struck me as somehow unwholesome. I mean, you can fill your car with ground beef and sour cream for like $3. How can that be ok??!! There HAS to be something amiss.

Anyways.. the only thing I have to whine about with them (aside form how small the stuff looks on the menu.. I ordered a damn feast it turns out) is the straws. Bear with me. They give me a barrel of Mountain Dew, and a damn swizzle stick to drink it with. I don’t like McDonalds, but I love the massive straws they have on their drinks. It fails to even be a straw anymore… really more of a “hydraulic riser shaft” at that point. So yeah… Taco Bell: Too much food for way too little, and tiny straws.

I’d comment on how the food was, but merely providing an opinion on it (positive or negative) would comprimise my cullinary integrity.