Sunday, February 3, 2008. BF and I stuffed ourselves at brunch and spent the Super Bowl in a food coma. By the time 9pm rolled around, we were ready to get a snack of some sort. BF is a devotee of Jack in the Box fried tacos, which I (being a northerner) have never tried, so we hopped in the car to do a little Vegas exploration and find some food. We went to the Walmart on Charleston to pick up a couple of things we forgot (and BTW, that is the biggest Walmart I've ever seen. Wow), then drove around a bit just to get the lay of the land.
We spotted a JITB and pulled in. I've never seen their menu before, so I inspected the non-taco offerings, many of which looked good in a super greasy, heart attack inducing way. However, we were there for tacos and tacos we were going to have. We ordered four, for a grand total of $2.13. When we got the bag, BF was practically weeping with excitement and plunged right in. I took my time inspecting my odd, shriveled looking taco before proceeding. The "meat" looked like refried beans with a tiny bit of meat mixed in, but upon tasting it I didn't detect the flavor of beans. There was a slice of half-melted cheese and some iceberg lettuce with some red sauce. The outside part of the shell was crispy and dry, the part touching the meat was soggy. Interesting. I took a bite. Hm. I took another. Hmmmmmmmm. I finished the taco, and suddenly realized that it must have been filled with crack, because I wanted 20 more of them. I wasn't even stoned! WTF?
These tacos SHOULD be absolutely disgusting. There is nothing redeeming about any of the ingredients used to make them, nor the process used to cook them. However, they are addictive beyond belief. That chewy texture of the meat-paste filled portion of the taco is just incredible. I am still thinking about it this morning. I foresee a few more trips to JITB before we leave Las Vegas. And I am VERY glad that we don't have JITB in our part of the world, because I would weigh 500 lbs in a week.
After we had the tacos, we drove around some more, trying to decide if we wanted something else to eat. I wanted more tacos, but I suggested that we find an In-n-Out burger, since neither of us have ever had it and we wanted to see what all the fuss was about. We pulled in to the one on Sahara and went in - the place is charming in an old-fashioned kind of way but it was FILTHY. We ordered double doubles (with spread for me, without for him) and an order of fries, and made our way to the one clean table in the joint. We bit into our burgers with anticipation....and...they were fine. We both liked mine (with spread) better than BF's plain version, and we were impressed with the overall greasiness and the way the grilled onions complimented the meat and cheese, but we weren't wowed. These are definitely better than McDonalds (or most other fast food burgers we've had), but I'm not sure I understand the cultish devotion. The fries were a little strange - I understand they cut them fresh each day, but ours tasted a little starchy, as if they'd been sitting around for a while. Since it was about 10pm by this time, they probably had been sitting all day. Anyway, it was a worthwhile trip, but if there are better burgers in Vegas, please let me know!
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