I have the best wife in the history of wives. The Missus knows how much I love the chain Taco John’s. On her way back from her work road trip, she spotted one by the side of the highway and stopped to get me a couple hardshell tacos and a beef burrito. I don’t mind that it took her three hours to transport. Sure they were cold and soggy, but they tasted great because of the thought that went into them. Aww….
Got home from leadership camp, Day 1, to Taco Night! Always a good thing! I chopped up all the fixins while the Missus ushered our little guy off into a night of slumber.
Taco fiesta from L’Patron. A friend turned us on to this place and the Missus had a midday hankering for me. Once the little guy got his nightly bath, I called the order in and scurried off to pick it up. I’ll tell you, for 7:15 p.m. on a Wednesday night, that little pick-up area was jam-packed. I guess the secret’s out on this place. I had a couple chicken tacos and a steak one, and we also gorged on their delicious pico de gallo and guacamole.
Late-night, post band rehearsal, low-light tacos. Purchased at Picante, and eaten at the Rainbo in Chicago’s Wicker Park neighborhood. A rare night out with the bandmates while the Missus and the little guy slept at home.
Homemade steak tacos.
Busy little Sunday over here at Food Digest HQ. Another couple came by, bearing lunch, in order to see our new little human addition to the world. They brought steak tacos from El Patron. Dry, but excellent.