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Let me preface this by saying, this review is a few weeks old. When I heard a place that served something called “pizza tacos” was coming to town, I was enthralled. No, I was ecstatic! I needed to know what a pizza taco was, and whether they were served into the wee hours of the morning. Well, fellow over-eaters who are barreling into this new year, I’m here to tell you a pizza taco is pizza dough with pizza toppings and lettuce, folded in half like a taco. I feel like this would be the perfect food to eat walking home from a bar. I wish Wichita were compact enough to walk from a bar to Charlie’s Pizza Taco and then home. Alas, I’m not in that good of shape, and a 15 mile hike in heels? Yowsa. I would know. I walked a measly 2 or 3 miles from old town to Maple and Meridian once. I’m not too proud to admit I thought the clock at Douglas and Seneca was the Friends clock. But that’s a story for another day (and another blog).

 Me: Are you a pizza? Are you a taco? I don’t understand.
Pizza Taco: Does it matter? Why does everyone have to define me, understand me? I’m a hipster food. You clearly don’t get it.
Me: Can we agree to disagree?
Pizza Taco: I’m void of emotions. So whatever. I don’t care.
Me: Legit.
Pizza Taco: But we can agree I’m unique and interesting, right?
Me: We can agree you’re needy and use your uniqueness as a way to pretend you shun social norms and rebel. But all it proves you need our approval and love.
Pizza Taco: Fair enough.

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I’m a sucker for advertisement… And since I’ve never LOVED Wendy’s fries, I decided I’d give their “natural cut fries with sea salt” a try.

First of all, let’s be clear here: No matter what you fry the fries in and what kind of salt you put on them, they’re NOT healthy. I’m not sure they’re marketing for health appeal, I think it’s more from a “real deal” perspective. And while these fries were leaps and bounds better than their old fries (unfortunately, this means I’ll want Wendy’s more often than just a random cheeseburger), they weren’t anything amazing. They were crunchy (which is an upgrade from their old soggy fries). And they were ironically overly salty (whereas I remember Wendy’s as the place that throws salt in your bag because their fries are so bland).  Let’s meet in the middle on the salt wagon, Wendy!

We’ll still throw in a packet of salt. But you won’t need it!

Overall, though, the fries were an upgrade from the old. And Wendy’s must know it, too, because they’ve flat out replaced the old fries with these newbies. They’re marketed as “naturally cut from a Russet potato with skins on.” I definitely didn’t think they tasted fresh cut and fried, but still. Upgrade.

After downing some beer towers, Scott and I headed over to The Caboose. This was my feeble attempt to “bro it out.” I heard the place had some sexy, scantly clad waitresses. Ah, what the hell. Naked doesn’t really bother me as long as there’s cold, cheap beer. And that, they had. That night anyway, $5 pitchers. The place was huge. There was one section setup kind of like a sports bar with smaller pub style tables and lots of TVs along the walls, including bartop seating. There was a dance floor area. And I think the rest of the room was shorter tables, more of a traditional bar setup. There were pool tables. And I think dart boards. The problem was I started sneezing almost immediately after arriving, and finally had to bail halfway through our second pitcher.

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At the suggestion of my friend, Alisa, I hit up Jimmy’s Egg a few weekends ago. On a Sunday, during “church hour.” (My version of church-related restaurant rush hour.) Why? Well, not for any specific reason other than that’s when I was hungry. Although, I think a lot can be said about a restaurant during its busiest time. And a lot can be said about people allegedly just coming from church….

Proof that God exists and loves us.

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Where could I go wrong? “A flour tortilla filled with sausage, eggs, roasted peppers and onions, pepperjack cheese, and spicy chipotle sauce.”

Um, yum! Right? Nope. Wrong-o.

Looking for a review of Sonic’s Spicy Southwest Breakfast Burrito? Go here.

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