My name is Courtney.
I decided to stop by a Taco Bell this weekend because apparently I have some sort of deep-seated desire to poison myself on a semi-annual basis. The psychology behind my visits could be something simple like I hate myself, or it could just be because Taco Bell is oddly delicious. Either way, I’d probably be better off getting drunk and playing traffic than ordering the Beefy 5-Layer Burrito. Just sayin.
Anyway, I noticed the food license on the wall, which in itself isn’t that interesting, but if you take a closer look you’ll see the City of Edina, MN has classified Taco Bell as “High Risk Food.” The absolute brutal honesty of that classification amused me greatly. You can almost tell that the city food inspector wanted to put quotes around food, just to drive home the point that you are basically asking for it if you eat the “beef” being served in this establishment. Naturally, because of this explicit warning I decided to order a second burrito before I left. High risk, that’s just how I roll. I guess I also roll slightly diarrheal. Take that establishment!
