by Steven Doyle
There are times when I feel this national taco obsession might be a bit out of control. It is just then that happenstance smacks me in the grill with a killer version of the street meat. This was the case yesterday as I meandered down Harry Hines.
There is actually no excuse to be on Harry Hines unless you are looking for a good price on a dozen cheap sunglasses, a used tire on the DL, or trying to make your way from north to south very quickly. Or if you are in need of a taco. The latter was the case yesterday and I found a nice one at this bizarre gas station that is really just a front for a lavenderia. Continue reading