For the majority of my life, I despised Jack n’ the Box tacos. Like a “don’t even say the name of that wretched food or I will most likely vomit on your face” type of disgust, but this was simply because I had only viewed the grease-covered food. I never had actually tasted the food until one fateful day about two years ago.

I was just getting out if bed after my previous night’s illness forced me to stay home from school. At 3 p.m., without having a meal for about 20 hours, it was safe to say, I was starving.  I called my mom asking if she could bring me tacos, expecting to see one wrapped carefully in paper covered with Taco Bell’s logo. Instead, what I got was an oily paper pouch with a familiar dice symbol on it. I began to complain, but my stomach growled in protest.  Grudgingly, I felt that I had no choice but to consume the food that I had detested my entire life.

At first, I closed my eyes hoping that something would cover the dreadful taste I had expected.  Instead, the clouds opened up, a golden light came down from the heavens, a choir began to sing a sweet chorus and I could grasp the meaning of life.  That is the only way I know how to describe the taste.

I am aware that Jack n’ the Box tacos aren’t the healthiest for you, but I choose to view them like chocolate.  They are food for the soul. Whenever I’m having a particularly taxing day, I can look forward to the crunchy, zesty, salty taste of those glorious 50 cent tacos to make me feel better.

To all those people that claim that they dislike Jack n’ the Box tacos, I implore that you revisit them. You may find that eating them is a phantasmagorical experience.