Aaron Riveroll | Photographer

Reluctantly, I went to Del Taco for lunch today. Yeah, I know what you are thinking…

Del Taco is about one step down from Taco Bell, which isn’t great either…but when you overlook the fact that neither of them could actually be called “Mexican food,” you forget how bad it actually is. I still haven’t found a decent Mexican joint in Mission Valley, so if you know of any (other than Sombrero), please let me know!

But anyway, I move on…I ordered a Mucho Macho Grande Burrito combo and I “Macho Sized” it. Now, for those who have not had the pleasure of eating at Del Taco, let me just say it’s a treat; it’s the only place where you can get tacos, burgers, shakes, and crinkle-cut fries all at the same stop. There is something wrong with that.

Now, I did not realize the ramifications of “Macho Sizing” my combo. Sure, I knew that it would include an upgrade of some sort, perhaps a larger beverage and maybe an increased amount of fries. But imagine my surprise when the gal pulled a large beverage cup and filled it to the brim with crinkle-cut fries. Don’t get me wrong, I like potato just as much as the next guy…but, damn!

There were some potatos that did not get eaten. And the burrito was very grande indeed.

And another thing…I have a great deal of respect for “my people.” But when I can’t tune my iTrip in my car because EVERY FREAKING STATION is being used, there is something wrong…especially when most of the stations are in Spanish. SPANISH! The majority of stations are Spanish. What gives? I thought we lived in America. We speaky the English here, so jump on the bandwagon. The mariachi has GOT to go!

Alright, ranting makes me tired. Good night.