So several months ago, new neighbors moved in.
With a taco truck.
That may not mean much to native Arkansans, but to a Texan, the taco truck represents, well … heaven.
Tonight, Hubs and I finally wandered over, lured by the smell of meat on the grill.
We ended up staying for 30 minutes, tasting the beef and getting details on where to find the taco truck.
And oh … the homesickness.
I miss true Tex-Mex food.
I don’t care what all the Arkansas restaurant reviewers say — what you get here isn’t what you get in Texas. It’s just not.
And tonight, as I licked my fingers and passed a plate back and forth with Hubs, I remembered … “Oh, yeah. This is the real deal.”
I’m so happy to have neighbors who remind me of home.
I love the Latino culture. Family first. Food. Celebrating.
I totally get all of that.
I will absolutely be chasing this taco truck. If, that is, I don’t manage to arrange for a dinner-to-go deal.
And if I find out they do breakfast tacos? They’ll find me parked in their driveway at all hours of the night.
What a lovely evening. What a heavenly appetizer. And what promise — to have neighbors who can take me back to my childhood in seconds!
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Oh my goodness! I am SOOOOO JEALOUS that you have neighbors with a taco truck!
I’ve seen them. You can just walk over and eat? Wow! I’m up for that. I love Tex-Mex.
So you finally went over there – nice!!
We did, after smelling it for a good hour from our spots on the front porch!
Lucky girl! This native Arkie who lived in Texas many years has the same yearning for real Tex-Mex. How I yearn for Desperado’s in Dallas.
My husband and I lived in Austin, Texas for 12 years and breakfast tacos were a mainstay. My husband’s watch was set to ring at 10am when the taco truck would be in his office parking lot. I totally took for granted that you could buy breakfast tacos at the convenient stores on your way to work. There was always a big tin pan with a heat lamp on the counter with bean,egg and cheese or potato and chorizo tacos…best breakfast ever! So where is this taco truck you speak of? I’m hungry!
When is Taco Night?
That would be pure torture having to smell such good food every day! My church frequently rents taco trucks to stop by for taco parties. YUM.
Maybe we could get some tacos the next time we’re at your house.