This was the day of my boyfriend’s triumphant return from a work trip to Los Angeles. You may recall that on the day I dropped him off at the airport, I gorged my sorrows on a sack-full of south-of-the-border, Taco Bell style. I decided that book-ending his trip with Taco Bell stops was a fitting excuse to chase my Taco Bell dragon, so that I did. I was driving-eating this time, so I kept it clean, simple, and by-the-book: four bean burritos – no cheese. Damn were they good. So fresh. So, so fresh. Since I was driving, I hope you’ll forgive the dearth (and crappiness) of photos.