I know how Dr. Gonzo felt when he said,
"I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the Fear."
There are really only two reasons anyone eats Jack in the Box tacos: alcohol and/or poverty.
I'm guilty. There were many instances that I found myself in a drunken stooper after an all nighter. I was desperately seeking something to soak up the liquor before I was doomed to pay the piper in the form of a ridiculous hangover. Did it work? Yes...sometimes at least. Or maybe it was the big glass of water or handful of Advil that often served as the side dish.
Then there were the times I had to search under my car seats trying to scrape together 99 cents for something to eat. When you barely have a dollar to your name, it's hard to be picky or critical of ANY food. Most high school and college kids have had this life experience.
However, as an adult, with a job, revisiting this taco was...scary. I wanted to scream out like Raoul Duke, "What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country." But I forced myself to enter the drive through. I was on a mission.
These are the most unusual tacos. The meat is more like a meat-like paste. It has what appears to be the most processed cheese on the planet and then they sprinkle a few slivers of lettuce on it. This concoction is thinly stuffed inside of a corn tortilla shell and then deep fried with everything in it.
It is really greasy. And processed. And... sigh. This is considered the bottom of the barrel in the taco world. An abomination.
I'll leave you with the words of Raoul Duke (most of them are his anyway):
"Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. All these horrible realities began to dawn on me. There I was. Alone in Jack in the Box, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the website, and on top of everything else, a gigantic god damned hunger for tacos to deal with. How would Horatio Alger handle this situation? Stay calm. Stay calm."