Good food is like a good
relationship. Find something appealing
and stick with it regardless of the accompanying
ups and downs. That's how I am with my
TBA obsessions -- I find an appealing
combo and beat it to death by predictably
ordering it every friggin' time. My current
obsession is the hearty meal listed above,
ordered for $4.00 on the nose at the Bell
around the corner from my last digs.
a marvel this has become my de facto
order, considering the disastrous first
few attempts at ordering it. Despite spelling
my request out clearly and precisely,
my first venture resulted in a Mexican
Pizza and two Soft Shell Taco Supremes,
ugh. I don't know about you, but soft
shell anything is like eating chewy, stale,
tasteless bread. Granted, the chewy flour
tortilla shell of a burrito works perfectly,
holding the contents like a barely contained
water balloon of meaty goodness. (Hence
the "Slutty Meat Bomb" nickname.)
On a taco, the chewy soft shell just
don't work.Round two was equally disenchanting.
Though my man at the drive thru window
-- whose enormous head breaks the limits
of the "one size fits all" Bell
headgear -- repeated "hard shell"
right along with me, he somehow missed
the "supreme" part of my Taco
Supreme. In other words, there weren't
no sour cream on it.
Seasoned TBA vets are now
asking, "What makes a Taco Supreme
supreme other than sour cream?" As
far as we can tell, nothing. Thus, I was
left with two hard shell regular ol' Tacos...of
the genus non-Supremo.
I'm happy to report that
subsequent visits have proven more fruitful.
In fact, my only complaint these days
lies in the questionable design of the
Mexican Pizza tray. When placed on the
passenger seat of a 1990 Ford Probe it
inevitably deposits globules of cheesy
goodness on the fabric. Actually, Ford
and the Bell are equally responsible,
due to the slope of the seat and unfortunately
The staff at the Route 30
Bell should be commended for firing on
all cylinders during a recent visit. They
delivered into my waiting hands what may
have been the finest Mexican Pizza ever
created. Like those created for photo
shoots and million dollar commercial spots,
this MP was a precise blend of refried
beans, oooozing -- though incredibly stable
-- cheese, and perfectly placed toppings
that held the two crisp tortillas in suspension.
My hat is tipped to the staff.