Tacos with Tacos

So what is Dallas known for? J.R. Ewing? The Book Depository? Taco Cabana? I had heard of the first two well in advance of visiting the city and came to know about the last just weeks prior to my visit. Sadly, during my first couple days in Dallas I was unable to gorge myself on the offerings, as I was recovering from food poisoning. But on my third day, I felt sufficiently recovered, thanks to the dry burgers, greasy fries, and Michelob Ultra at the Old Mill.

On Saturday morning, Tacos al Carbon and I purchased breakfast tacos at the drive-thru of the nearby Taco Cabana. We ate them in the car, parked in the lot of a sporting goods store, a pit stop we made on the way to the range – could there be a more Texas experience than this? Cars, tacos, rifles?

I had a chorizo and egg taco and a bean and cheese taco (Tacos al Carbon, egg, cheese, and bacon tacos). The tortillas were warm and chewy (though Tacos – I know this is getting confusing with all the taco references – said he’d had better there and complains about Cabana’s uneven results). I especially enjoyed my chorizo and egg taco and can admit to having cravings of it since. Alas, I am back in Manhattan, where any decent Mexican (or tex-mex or cal-mex) will cost you two to three times as much as what you can get in those other states.

But the best part of the Taco Cabana experience was as we went through the check out line of the sporting goods store and the clerk at the neighboring register took a look at my Taco Cabana cup and sighed, saying, “Taco Cabana… without me?” I now understand this sentiment completely…