Stand-out Meal of the Day: Two Chicken Soft Tacos (no sauce, no cheese) and a Small order of Fries
Source: Del Taco
Let’s be straight about one thing: Del Taco is not Mexican food. Wrapping something in a tortilla and adding an errant accent somewhere in the title does not automatically bestow Mexi-status on something (dear Del Taco, don’t think that I didn’t notice your incorrect punctuation when you tried to pass of your mole tacos as being spelled “móle“).
But, for what it is –beautifully predictable and heart-warmingly nostalgic tasty chicken and crinkle cut fries for about $3– my meal today proved to be all that I hoped it would be.
That’s the trick with food. Rarely is it ever just conveniently edible, nondescript paste we shovel into our mouths just to survive. Food, when it comes right down to is, is one of the best indicators of our true selves. Our choices -whether we are aware of it or not- reflect our mood, our position in life, our hopes, our fears, everything we try so hard to control.
We may put on a front from time to time, but food will always give us away.
So! What do my chicken soft tacos say about me? That I’m a creature of habit. That I will always return to the convenient comforts of that which has already proven itself safe and non-threatening in the past. That I rarely order red meat. That I’m on a budget because I’m about to enter into ridiculous debt just to send myself through graduate school. That I have a love affair with the potato. And most importantly? That I hate sauces and condiments of any kind.
Today, after having spent most of my time helping my mother unpack her classroom, I returned home drained (more from the unbearable heat outside than from actual physical exhaustion) and without any sort of drive or motivation to cook for myself. Del Taco, as it has been many times in my past, presented itself as a happy, shiny beacon of convenient love. I was drawn like a lazy moth to a fast-food flame.
