I love Taco Bell... I always have and I always will. I justify my consumption by telling myself it's one of the healthier (and cheaper) fast food restaurants even though I don't really know if that's true. Actually, my love of Taco Bell has a deep, emotional connection as well. It was my mother's favorite too. When we lived in Pleasanton, Mom worked as a real estate agent in Fremont. It was a real treat to get to go to work with her and the highlight of the day was going to Taco Bell for lunch. This was about 40 years ago and the buildings were the old mission style that actually had a real bell hanging in front. There wasn't a drive-thru so we went inside and stood in the enormous line but it was well worth the wait. We always got our order go to and went back to Mom's office and ate at her desk. It was the coolest thing ever. I remember thinking that eating Taco Bell for lunch everyday was one of the greatest perks of being an adult. (And I still think it's awesome.) In 30+ years of struggling with food/weight issues I've learned all about the emotion-food connection. I understand the attachment and recognize the intimacy of sharing a meal with someone. I can't go back and sit at Mom's desk again, but I do think of her each and every time I make a run for the border. And the memories are supreme.