As much as we are obsessive compulsive about burgers. (Well, veggie burgers for me – I save my meat for the REAL DEAL, if you catch my drift!) Sometimes all we want is the solace of a taco. Or a burrito. Or a nacho bell grande. This is where Taco Bell has served as somewhat of a half-way house for all of us Fashionasties. Especially after a night of debauchery and keg stands, the only thing we want to spoon with is Cheesey Fiesta Potatoes.
So salute your shorts, comrades. (LITERALLY!) And gobble up all the Bell your fashionasty heart desires.
FYI: Bar Marmont doesn’t – I repeat, DOES NOT – check bags at the door. That is how I snuck this crunchy little gem in for our most beloved Princess Chalupa.
Crossing the border of shorts,
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