I have a love / hate relationship with Taco Bueno. Actually, I should probably replace "relationship" with "addiction" because that's what it is.
It started when I was 16 and ordered my first Muchaco from the location on Rockwell and Expressway. As of last night, the addiction has continued into adulthood and is still going strong. I just love Muchacos, chicken nacho salads, burritos that party, mexi dips (and chips), something called a chicken potato burrito, and the salsa. Yeah, that fucking salsa. It's so good that I've been known to occasionally lick the inside of those little plastic soufflé cups after finishing my meal. Pathetic? Yes. Justifiable? Probably. As sad as downing a packet of Taco Bell Fire Sauce? No.