I’m going to have to take a break from the food trucks as I am back in Vermont visiting my family. Yay! I tried to find a few more before I left New York, but I was unsuccessful. First I traveled way up the 1 line to Washington Heights looking for a truck, which I found, but it was closed. So I got back on the train and went down to find the Steak Truck for the fourth time. Just as I got there, it closed up for the day. At least I found it this time. I ended up in Union Square, looking again for Berry Fro Yo, which was, once again, not there. By this time It was 3 pm. I had been looking for lunch in all the wrong places, and I was starving. So I walked into Taco Bell and ordered the biggest thing on the menu.
I was introduced to the XXL Chalupa, so named because that is what size you will be wearing after you consume one. A more appropriate name for the XXL Chalupa is the Fried Taco Trough. I have included a picture of it here, next to a regular taco, so you can see the scale of this monstrosity.
Well, I ate it all, and let me just tell you, it was the closest to heaven that I have ever been. And by that I mean I’m pretty sure that my heart almost stopped. Don’t worry, it started up again! I am still alive and blogging! But seriously folks, if you have not spent years building up a tolerance for chalupas like I have, I would not recommend eating one of these. At least not in one sitting. It takes years of training to prepare for something like this. Consider yourself warned.