From SFgate.com…
Contrary to the internet lists ranking Taco Bell’s food items, the best thing on the menu is not the Crunchwrap Supreme or the Cheesy Gordita Crunch. It is the humble Mexican Pizza, a Taco Bell concoction that fulfills neither part of its name — but punches so far above its weight class that it’s little wonder there was a celebration when its comeback was announced Monday.
The Mexican Pizza is relatively simple: two tostada shells, a beef-and-refried bean mixture holding the two together and red sauce, shredded cheddar and Monterey jack cheeses, tomatoes and green onions that go on top. It’s then split into four — hence the pizza aspect.
It shouldn’t work, but this unholy matrimony of Tex-Mex and pizza really does feel like a bit of magic. The pull of melty cheese when you grab a “slice” has the appeal of a personal pan pizza. When you dig in, each bite feels like a perfect bite from a plate of nachos, with the slight spice of the sauce and the tang of fresh tomatoes lifting up what would otherwise be too heavy a dish.
You, dear reader, are probably scrolling through, confounded by the social media blitz and the riotous hype over this glorified, two-layer tostada — aided by a viral brand deal with rapper and meme maven Doja Cat. “Who cares?” you’re probably asking. “It’s just Taco Bell.”
And, sure, it absolutely is. I don’t want to sound like an influencer writing sponsored content for a multinational conglomerate. But the item carries a certain level of personal significance beyond its cheesy, beefy goodness.
