Crunchwrap Supreme Serenade

There’s a literary magazine devoted entirely to Taco Bell.

Let that sink in for a moment.

A publication exists solely to display poetry, fiction, and essays inspired by Chalupas, Seven-Layer Burritos, and Cheesy Gordita Crunches.

After the shock of its existence wore off, I spent some time reading over a few of the entries and received my second surprise of the day.

The site is filled with thoughtful, funny, poignant stories about people and their connection to this fast food institution. Taco Bell acts as an oasis for wayward souls looking for a late-night meal that can be purchased with the change in their pockets. Ending up there during those pre-dawn hours carries an equal chance that your evening has gone extremely well or unexpectedly poorly.

In either instance you’re glad that you have somewhere to go.

That there’s a place waiting for you in those dark streets that still has its lights on and folks waiting to provide a hot meal beneath the ever-glowing emblem of a silent bell.