Taco Bell

Typical Taco Bell, nothing special

Can you say $ 5 box 5 times fast?
Neither can I… but I can sure eat them fast!
What can be said about Taco Bell that hasn’t already been said?
It’s not Mexican food… not even close.
It’s not really meat, but that’s okay once in a while.
Everything comes out of a bag or extruder.
And when you’re eating it as guilty as you feel, you can’t help but enjoy it!
Seriously I will come back here as often as possible (without gaining weight hopefully).
Yummy!!! :-)

As others have said — it’s a Taco Bell. I’m a big fan of the fact that there is one Downtown, and in the skyway no less. It would be awesome if they were open for breakfast, like the Taco John’s I pass most mornings. I’m not a fan of ‘normal’ breakfast food for breakfast — I’d rather have a burrito.
They seem to have good service, and the restaurant is usually pretty clean. My only complaint is that the water spigot sometimes decides to give you a little shot of root beer syrup from time to time. Nobody wants root beer flavored water. Blech.

It’s the regular old Taco Bell. I like their Chaulpas, and burritos a lot. This particular Taco Bell has great staff. They once offered me a free soda for no apparent reason, and a friend of mine visited Taco Bell for the first time, when they realized that they gave him 2 soft tacos, one burrito, nachos, a large soda for just $ 2. Way to welcome someone to Taco Bell

This might be the geechiest Taco Bell ever but they do have a couple things going for them:
–located in the skyway
–a hard shell taco is only 150 calories, even WITH the shredded cheese
–and…yeah, that’s probably about it
I’ve been up way past my bed time for the past couple nights dealing with a bank fraud issue. And it’s not like I’m not ridiculously pressed for time as it is with a wedding less than a month away – so thanks a lot you thoughtless criminal! Needless to say, I didn’t have the time or energy to pack a lunch to bring to work this morning.
And unfortunately for me, being stressed and tired makes me crave bad, bad, bad things. So that’s how I ended up at the Taco Bell. *Sober* which almost never happens!
While I was there, something happened that reminded me that Minneapolis is a metropolitan place. An old man entered the dining room and began measuring the length of the room «in feet» and counting out loudly with each step he took.
Every individual in the dining room stopped what they were doing and oh-​so-​intently WATCHED this man’s progress across the room (which probably wouldn’t have happened in a bigger metro area – people in bigger cities tend to be more immune to these types of antics). Once he reached the end he stopped, announced the footage to the room and then left, explaining that he needed to get back to work.
Hilarious! It almost (almost) makes up for how queasy and desperate for fresh fruit I’m feeling right now.