Where’s the Chicken?

Where’s the Chicken?

Do you remember the elderly lady who, upon receiving her hamburger at the drive-through window, opened the bun and asked: Where’s the beef?
We recently went into Taco Bell’s and ordered their newest special: a flat bread chicken sandwich.
My first response was: Where’s the chicken? There was little to none in the folded crease of the flat bread. Next to no lettuce or anything else I could identify.
Did they really think that dumping on lots of spicy, hot sauce would make up for lack of substance? I don’t think so.
It was a rip-off, to be sure, and I’ll not be frequenting Taco Bell any time soon.