➔ A lovely memoir about family, heritage, and Taco Bell.
Taco Bell was easy, and inexpensive, and it was shamelessly Mexican. Emphasis on “shameless”: its garish facsimile of an entire nation’s culture was seemingly dreamed up by the type of white person who gets drunk on tequila and wears a sombrero for comedic effect. It was still Mexican, though. In fact, it was both Mexican and American. All under one greasy roof.