Not Even Close


Fast food has always been one of my weaknesses. I mean because it's fast and it's food. But I'm really sick of this Jack in the Box commercial that's currently running promoting it's tacos. I don't have the actual commercial but I do have a photo of the tacos that appear in the commercial that I'm posting here. Tasty, huh?

There is not a single Jack in the Box on planet Earth where you can obtain tacos like the ones depicted. This very problem was dramatized in the movie "Falling Down." You can see a clip of it HERE. If you go to Jack in the Box and order two tacos for 99 cent, you're not going to receive two crunchy taco shells, bursting with meat and fresh green shredded lettuce with a sauce drizzled across the top.

No. You're getting soggy taco shells, a meat that has the consistency of a paste, lettuce that doesn't approach that color green and a suppose there's cheese on there somewhere. They'll be thin and shoved in a wrapper.

Do they taste good? C'mon. People don't buy Jack in the Box tacos for their taste. They buy them because they're two for a dollar and Jack in the Crack is open around the clock. Anyone can scrounge up a dollar with the change in their pocket, ashtray or car seats. Don't get me wrong. After a night of heavy partying with the boys, you can zip by the drive thru and order a dozen of these soggy flat bad boys, take 'em home and eat them until you pass out in your own juices. It's drunken stoner food. Even Jack int he Box knows this because they used to actually run an ad showing a stoner in a van ordering thirty of them.

They do the trick. They're cheap. They're mostly edible. But don't insult us with photos like that. The reason they show us pictures like that is because they're ashamed of how they actually look.

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