"I tell ya, I went to this place in Roswell called Space Burgers and Tacos yeah, the one with the…read morealien theme, because apparently even the food trucks gotta beam up from another planet. No respect, I get no respect at all. I roll up after a night of too much 'research' on UFOs (or was it the local brew? Who can tell?), lookin' like I just crash-landed myself. The burgers? Straight fire, juicy, loaded best thing I've had since my ex said 'I do.' But do they care? Nah, they just hand it over like I'm some regular Earthling.
And the tacos? I'm not talkin' fancy restaurant nonsense here no white tablecloths, no tiny portions. These are greasy spoon specials, little bundles of joy wrapped up tight, hot off the grill, garnished nice with all the fixins'. I mean, they're greasy, sure my fingers look like they wrestled an oil rig but give me three of those 'shitty' tacos (hey, they're not shitty, they're just honest) and I'm in heaven. Perfect for when you sleep in 'cause you partied too hard, you're runnin' late, and you need somethin' to go that actually tastes like it gives a damn.
I stand there, scarfing it down in my car like a slob, and nobody even notices. No applause. But damn if those burgers and tacos don't treat me better than anybody else in this town. If you're in Roswell and your head's spinnin' from aliens or adult beverages, hit up Space Burgers and Tacos. They'll fix ya right up... even if they don't give ya the respect ya deserve!"