Quesalupa: The Gateway Treat
“Mi’ja, where’s there a Taco Bell?”
Words I never thought I’d hear from my 70-year-old Mexican father.
“Because I want to try one of those Quesalupas.”
¿E Tu Papi?
The Quesalupa is Taco Bell's latest creation. A hybrid of a Chalupa - the treat that had that creepy little chihuahua spending the whole of the nineties telling everyone he wanted Taco Bell - and a quesadilla, its selling point being the cheese stuffed taco shell filled with all the taco goodness you know and love.
It sounds good on paper. Quesadilla plus taco? What's not to love?
But, growing up in Chicago, one of the greatest places in the world for authentic cuisine of whatever culture you're looking for, and as a first generation Mexican-American girl, Taco Bell is one of the last places on my mind when I crave eating out.
In fact if there was ever a restaurant more shunned by the more orthodox, traditional, and hardcore Mexicans, it was Taco Bell.
The battle cry: “It’s not real Mexican food!” Mostly because Mexicans don’t use cheddar cheese and why is everything wrapped in a flour tortilla?
It wasn’t until the advent of the Doritos Loco Taco, that I finally fell prey to the sexy seductive cry of the popular chain's marketing team.
If there's one thing I love, it's Doritos. And to have ground beef wrapped in a Doritos shell was too much for me to resist.
And it seemed like my father, after living more than 40 years in the United States was no longer able to resist either.
So that morning I thought long and hard about where my father would be able to go on a Saturday morning to Taco Bell for the first time.
As you can see, the Northwest side of Chicago is a bit of a Taco Bell desert.
He held off that day and the following Saturday I came down to both my parents sitting at the table with a paper Taco Bell sack on the table happily chowing away on a couple of Quesalupas.
He offered me one, but as I was running late for a dress rehearsal the day before a big performance, I took it to-go.
"How is it?" I asked.
He looked up mid-chew and smiled.
"Yeah they're good."
I looked over at my mom, one of the pickiest eaters I know. A woman notorious for going to any restaurant and asking if they have salsa.
She shrugged, "They're edible."
Apparently they were more than edible as many subsequent Saturdays afterwards, my parents have had Quesalupa brunches, and they even branched out to a few other fares. My mom seems to be a fan of the $1.00 breakfast burrito.
It's a bargain really.
As for me, I didn't think it was bad, but I won't be joining my parents for their Saturday Taco Bell brunch any time soon.
Elizabeth and Jenn say: What's your favorite brunch food? Is it a chain or local?