Jack-in-the-Box Tacos -- 50 years of skid-marked cardboard
I realized the other day that I hadn't had Jack-in-the-Box Tacos for 50 years. The last time was 1962, when I met my future wife. See came from a part of the country that didn't have JitB or tacos and wanted to try them. I had already sworn off them as vile and disgusting, but joined in with her. Never again for 50 years, until In a fit of nostalgia we thought we'd try them the other day.
I don't know if they've changed during the 50 years in between, but it turns out they are still as horrible as 1962 -- a shell that tastes like a hybrid of cardboard, corn and plastic, with a skid-mark of some partially meat-like substance smeared inside. This is clamped shut and deep-fried until vulcanized, then pried open with a tire iron and a bit of synthetic cheese and lettuce is forced inside.
We took the remainders home for the dog, but he took one sniff, looked at us like we were trying to poison him, and walked off -- and this from an animal that licks his own butt.
LOL I brought some brownies in to work to share with people. One of the guys came back from lunch and gave me one of these Jack in the Box tacos as a return for bringing in brownies.
A very nice gesture that I'm sure meant well, but I couldn't give the thing away!
Based on its title, I thought this was going to be a thread about the "after effects" of eating said tacos!! :-)
I tried JITB tacos once and only once. Truly one of the worst things I ever ate in my life.
Well....more for me. I don't want to know what the meat is (cat?) and certainly will never forget your description of the "skidmark" but I certainly won't stop eating them. But I do understand why someone wouldn't like them. Perhaps you should try them after 5 rum and cokes. A real palate cleanser. :)
Surprising how many CH-type folks have a secret yen for them, just like White Castle (the original) sliders. Me, I bemoan the loss of the Super Taco, which, at least where I live, actually could pass for a real taco.