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Well, I finally tried it.  Two weeks ago, I was all set to be good and eat healthy for the week in between a trip to Phoenix and a house boat trip (story to come) when two friends from work suggest (FORCE!) we go to Taco Bell for lunch.  Upon arriving at Taco Bell, I was assaulted by signs for the Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito.  Not only were there signs, but my two friends nearly demanded that I get the Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito.  So, I did what I had to do and got it.  While I am a firm (giggity) believer that bacon makes everything better, there was not enough bacon in the bacon cheesy potato burrito.  It was good, but had potential to be so much more.  Now, if you're not "that" into bacon (a.k.a. a communist) then you probably won't dig this burrito.  If however you think that a breakfast that comes with bacon could be improved by having more bacon, then run, don't walk, to your nearest taco bell.

UPDATE: It's been brought to my attention that there's a bit of a contradiction here.  I said that there isn't enough bacon but that if you don't like bacon you shouldn't try this.  This is not a contradiction but a further emphasis on my love of bacon and more of it.  Thank you.

In my continued effort to eat healthy and avoid the pitfalls of the common north American culinary experience (re: fast food) I’ve been doing my best to not get suckered into going to lunch with work folk as it inevitably leads to some brand of unhealthy eating.  Sadly my will power is not always the best and yesterday I was convinced to go to Taco Bell. Upon arriving at the newly remodeled Toxic Hell, I was greeted by a particular brand of evil:  the Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito.  It was as if someone had ratted out my penchant for bacon to the creative department of TBell and they threw together a ferocious feast just for me.  Alas, I succeeded in avoiding this and stayed on the Fresco menu (yeah, it was SOOOO much more healthy, I know).  Later in the day though, my friend PJ informed me that he had just had a Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito and that it was essentially orgasmic.  Perhaps I’ll get drunk enough to try one of these beauties before they are lost to the menu.