I’m writing this at 11:30 Saturday night. Becky is in the back bedroom trying not to throw-up which she’s been doing all day. I finished doing my work for the day on my novel but I still have a wee bit of writing energy to burn off and haven;t quite figured out how to write the short story I really want to write. So instead I’ll write about the Chilito.
This Taco Bell creation, also known as the Chili Cheese Burrito, is one of the finest delicacies of our time. It’s the nastiest, greasiest chili wrapped in a tortilla with the nastiest, greasiest cheese. Mmmmm. Actually I should say it was. The Chilito has been discontinued. I first got the craving for one of these a few weeks ago when Becky and I were at the mall. They didn’t have it but I mistakenly assumed they just renamed it the Beef Meximelt. So not the same thing. And the tonight I was craving one and decided to get online and see if the little even still existed anymore. And wouldn’t you know, there’s a website devoted to just this thing. And even better, the site has a locater that shows which Taco Bells in your area still carry the Chilito.
It didn’t take long to find out that the one just around the corner from still carried it. I was giddy. Heaven was just a mere jog away. But, sadly, this is called Requiem for a burrito, not Life Celebration of a burrito. The manager informed me that while they had indeed carried it a few months ago, it had been completely taken out of circulation since then.
So long me cheesy, gassy friend. You’ll be missed.