Results tagged “tacobell”

Yeah it is.

Londonist got the big scoop of the week with what may be the first images of notorious street artist Banksy in action. They also got on a runaway train without an operator provoking a response from the transport authorities. Elsewhere, London's answer to Central Station is about to open for business, and Londonist got a sneak preview. Meanwhile, spooky goings-on beneath London Bridge, where a cache of skeletons provided an apt story for Hallowe'en.

A mortuary in Rohnert Park got a restraining order filed against them when it was discovered that they kept decaying bodies on their premises. The authorities were tipped off to the problem when people in the businesses next to the mortuary realized that the awful smell that was coming from next door was decaying bodies and not the KFC/Taco Bell also in the strip mall. So the city sent a couple of inspectors in to check out the sprinkler system and before you could say "abra cadevar," discovered two decaying bodies by a swamp cooler and two others in a garage area. Lest you think the mortuary, that being Abby Chapel of the Redwoods Mortuary, did nothing to prevent the bodies from decaying, the two by the swamp cooler were covered in baby powder.

-Lindsey Lohan's best bud, Al Gore, shows up in town to rally the troops to fight Global Warming. Save us, Al, save us!

SFist interviews Dick Valentine, frontman of Electric Six.

Jon was going to write up a blurb about the Giants taking 2 out of 3 from the D-Backs, but he was way-laid by a prawn quesidilla at Taco Bell. And yes, you might be thinking to yourself that Taco Bell doesn't serve prawn quesidillas but Jon forgot. He still isn't sure what he ate. Since the Giants' keys to victory were so easy to figure out, in his place and writing up today's Giants blurb will be the President of the United States of America, George W. Bush. See, what the Giants need to do is to win. You have to win to make it to the playoffs. And the Giants? They won. They beat the Arizona Diamondboys 8-2. They have now won two in a row. That's better than losing two in a row.

Pant pant, running -- sorry we're late! Post-Thanksgiving Internet woes. The Chron gets all underground rap with a story about the complicated beefs involved in the shooting of Mac Dre. And hey, remember that dude who tried to carjack the newlyweds outside a Taco Bell? He pled not guilty. Dude, didn't they catch him running from the scene of the crime, with a lady in a big puffy white dress and guy in tux running after him? Drop the chalupa! And we find out more about the three single teenage moms involved in the San Jose Amtrak accident where a two-year-old toddler was killed -- the mother of the toddler had asked her friend to babysit her two children while she attended a job training at Toys R Us, her friend passed the kids to her roommate when the first friend realized she had to take a drug test, and the roommate was crossing the railroad tracks when a train was oncoming.

I pronounce thee carjacked (ha!) -- a newlywed couple successfully fended off a carjacker in the parking lot of a Taco Bell in San Mateo last Saturday. The groom, still in his tux, left the car running and his new bride in the front seat as he went to pick up a snack on his way to their honeymoon suite -- at which point someone jumped into the car and put it in reverse. The bride opened the door and fell out of the car, as her husband came running, at which point the carjacker rammed the car into the Taco Bell sign and was caught by cops as he attempted to flee on foot. Moral is: make sure you eat something at your wedding reception. A three-year-old has been reunited with his parents after being discovered wandering the streets of Twin Peaks early Thursday morning. A nurse returning home from work saw the little boy, wearing Blue's Clues pajamas, in the middle of the street on Burnett Avenue and called 911. When the police came by, the little boy sang some Barney songs with them but would not tell them where he lived. They ended up waiting up with him until about 5 a.m., when his frantic mother called the station. Apparently the boy had gotten up in the middle of the night and let himself out of the house. Moral is: I love you, you love me, we're a happy family. And did you hear all those cars honking downtown yesterday afternoon, like a Philip Glass piece? Taxicab drivers, protesting limos stealing their business. Unexpectedly melodious!

La Cumbre, on Valencia at 16th, is the kind of place people tell visitors to San Francisco to go to get some "real Mission Mexican." Heck, it's the sort of place we can imagine bringing out-of-town folks ourselves, in an effort to show them the world beyond our late, lamented (for the booze and sentimental reasons, not the food) Chi-Chi's. In fact, the smartest folks we know -- that is, SFist Interview subjects -- frequently call out La Cumbre as "best burrito." And maybe it is, but their nachos suck total ass.