The Corporate Taco Chain Gang Edition – An Epic Journey into the Depths of Corporate Opportunism and Tacuerilla Warfare

WeGotYourLicenseYo

An employee of the Stripes/Laredo Taco Company scurrying back into the safety of the bunker after recording our license plate

Tacotopia – a populist dream of a world with abundant and delicious food available to rich and poor alike.  Alas, it is just that – a dream. And when a dream, or an inspiration, or a great idea starts to take hold the juggernaut of industrial production and insipid, coercive advertising turn the dream into a nightmare.  As true believers we, the tacoteurs, must act if we want to keep the beast at bay. Our taco freedom fighters staged a massive strategic attack on the face of the corporate taco dealers and lived to tell.  We accompany each review with a Haiku, so that we might gain some spiritual insight from our sacrifice.

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Stripes/Laredo Taco Company
2002 Morgan Ave
Corpus Christi
(361) 881-8780
This was our first stop, and they handled us tidily.  Kicked out without a taco after photographing their neglected coffee station, we didn’t escape without having our license plate recorded so that they might radio back to the KGB and put us on a watch list.
Photog offends clerk.
Thanks no arrest resulted.
They took license plate.

Stripes/Laredo Taco Company

2002 Morgan Ave

Corpus Christi

(361) 881-8780

This was our first stop, and they handled us tidily.  Kicked out without a taco after photographing their neglected coffee station, we didn’t escape without having our license plate recorded so that they might radio back to the KGB and put us on a watch list.

Photog offends clerk.

Thanks no arrest resulted.

They took license plate.

McDonalds

McDonalds

2021 Morgan Ave

Corpus Christi, TX 78405-1541

(361)882-1411

After escaping across Morgan we took refuge in the McDonalds, recently reconstructed in the ruins of – that’s right – another McDonalds.  Kevin & I licked our wounds and were lulled into a false sense of security by the clean accommodations, pleasant staff, bountiful condiments and diffused lighting.  We split a McSkillet. Not bad for the food of the oppressor.  It was hefty (like Americans like it) with good fried potatoes, eggs, green & red pepper, and sausage.  The coffee was average.

Service with a smile.

Tacoesque fare not too bad.

Bright, clean, good coffee.


BillMiller

Bill Miller

1240 S Port Ave

Corpus Christi, TX 78405-2308

(361) 884-3777

Almost as good as the real thing.  The aroma of woodsmoke hit us on the way in.  The joint was clean and the staff friendly.  Alone in the giant dining area, we had the carne guisada with cheese.  It was excellent, not quite authentic tasting but still good.   The beef was peppery if tough.  And could it be?  Real tortillas?  Further investigation showed them to be pressed and cooked on the premises.

Q stand serves taco.

Guisada good, salsa fresh

Likely to return.

BurgerKing

Burger King

3941 Crosstown Expy

Corpus Christi, TX 78416

(361)854-1700

Rarely has the concept of corporate offenses ever been so singularly personified as in Burger King serving a breakfast taco though their legal team helped them avoid calling it that (it’s a Cheesy Bacon Wrap).  Cheesy Bacon Crap.  Do not eat this if you’re going to be out of range of a bathroom in which you can spend some time.  It left me with one question: how can you screw up bacon?

Cheesy, salty blob

Warning to man for ages

Illness could follow.



JackInTheBox

Jack in the Box

3155 S Padre Island Dr

Corpus Christi, TX 78415-1815

(361)225-3746

I don’t know if the normally feuding corporations colluded to thwart our anti-corporate campaign, but we were thwarted.  Upon entering the drive through we were told there was only one egg left, and they wouldn’t make a taco with it, only a croissant. Curses. No egg for you.

For lack of an egg

Our taco lust was ended

Egg sandwich instead?

TacoBueno

Taco Bueno

5630 Saratoga Blvd

Corpus Christi, TX 78414-4101

(361)993-0622

Again we were defeated by the robber-barons.  Taco Bueno didn’t even have breakfast tacos, in spite of assurance from our source that they did.  Are we being infiltrated?

No Taco Bueno,

Closed doors saved us some torture.

Best taco so far.

Sonic

Sonic

6557 South Staples

Corpus Christi, TX

(361)991-9790

Expecting nothing less than pathetic we were impressed at what Sonic did with their paltry components.  The tortillas were bad but not awful, the taco was big and tasty.  The sausage and the jalapeños were good.


Tater tot taco?

Huge wrap, had to gird our loins.

Best coffee of day.

TacoCabanaTaco Cabana

5425 S Padre Island Dr # 138

Corpus Christi, TX 78411-5327

(361)994-0246

I’d expected to like this one but it wasn’t great.  They did give us 3 different kinds of salsa though, and they did have chorizo – unique in our campaign.

Big Chain, small taco,

Only chorizo on trip.

Several salsas.

Whataburger

Whataburger

2402 S Padre Island Dr

Corpus Christi, TX 78415-1802

(361)855-0010

We got the Sausage Egg & Cheese Taquito.  We knew it would be bad but we didn’t know how bad.  How can that take the same fixin’s used in their excellent B.O.B. and make them taste so bad?  At least it’s not as awful as Burger King.

Hurray for home town?

Dry, yucky, one of day’s worst.

They left bad tacos.

LaredoTacoGood

Stripes/Laredo Taco Company

1050 Nueces Bay Blvd

Corpus Christi, TX

(361)884-1581

If we don’t give everyone fair treatment, aren’t we as bad as they are?  In the spirit of truth and fairness we made another run at the local warlord, and were rewarded.  The barbacoa was quite good, the pico fresh, the salsa hot, the cilantro… well… cilantro-y.  The tortillas are made right there behind the counter, the best of the bunch.  Enough to redeem them from the earlier insult?  Only time will tell.

In line of Nomex.

Hand-made tort and fresh pico.

Barbacoa good.

Transparency is key.  Light is the best disinfectant (thought bleach works pretty well). If we shout the truth loudly enough maybe someone will hear.  That truth is that corporate chain tacos are more expensive and less delicious than the local fare.  As I write this I struggle against the pain to type.  It may be the last thing I write.  If you learn anything from my struggles, it is this:  damn, I forgot.  Oh yeah, don’t eat 7 tacos in one morning, especially if they’re bad.

El Palenque – The Slice of Vice Edition

DriveThru

El Palenque Mexican Restaurant
3429 Leopard St
Corpus Christi, TX 78408
(361) 887-9105
Chorizo & Egg: $1.45
Carne Guisada: $1.90
Large Coffee: $.95
Mural

The grind of the city can push a man too far.  The litany of insults to a man’s dignity and the slow and steady destructions of his dreams can drive him to a place the innocent would fear.  This is a place that serves up whatever that man wants.  In our part of the world he’s got his options; the border is filled with little towns where you show up with money and leave with a need to see an American doctor, if not a lawyer.  And when he finds himself walking the dark and dirty sidewalks to the South they might lead him to a place where people bet on the very lives of two cocks engaged in a battle to the death – the arena known as EL PALENQUE.
If you’ve been down Leopard you know what to expect. The steady stream of working girls and derelicts wearing a path from the Metro Ministries to the shelter and the bus stop. El Palenque has been around since 1991 and occupies a building that used to be a strip club.  As we sat at our table we were flanked by cops and thugs alike. The attraction of this kind of diversion makes no distinction between right and wrong, between rich and poor.  It is unadulterated lust for blood.
Cage

We are no different, Kevin & I, as we lay our money down for the spectacle.  I bet on the favorite to win, a half breed plate with a Carne Guisada taco and a Chorizo & Egg.  Kevin had a hot tip about a fix – the Picadillo taco and his friend Dale, the taco.  My Coffee was gigantic, as were most of the hulking patrons.  There was no red salsa, only a delicious green – as if to say ‘red salsa? we don’t need no stinking red salsa!’ We dared not eat the corn tortillas, as we were told by the merciful waitress they were not homemade as she dispensed salsa into what seemed like 500 tiny cups with speed that would put a machine to shame. She was sharp, that one.  She knew everyone’s name and had their regular orders at their tables almost before they could sit down.  She looked like she’d faced some trouble in her life but was still trim and cheerful, with a proud beauty covering the abuses of time. The banter with the english speaking customers was salty. The only Spanish I heard was from the radio, and almost none of the customers were Mexican.

The Chorizo & Egg was very light on the Chorizo.  The Carne Guisada redeemed the breakfast, with huge chunks of beef and a soupy sauce all resting on thick fresh flour tortillas.

On the way back home Kevin tried to piece together the confusing fragments of memory from the night before:

Yes Ian, the fix was in.  My feathers ruffled upon entering the pit.  Armed only with cockspurs of the trade, a fork, I raged, skwalking in anticipation of the unknown.  I set upon my duel, taco a mano, with the taco known as Dale.

Dale, a long time patron who still frequents the Palenque, ordered a bean, egg, cheese and two slices of bacon so regularly that they named it after him.  As tacos go, it was good.  The beans were the perfect texture, but missing any snap.  The bacon was well done, but not too crispy.  Not the most worthy opponent, but I was happy for the lightweight first round…and it was a good thing, for the next battle surely tested my mettle.

DaleTacoThe picadillo at first taste was a bit bland, but with a strategic application of sal, the flavors brightened and I knew I was in a run for my money.  I could see the other patrons glancing askance to see how I would fare in battle.  I’m not sure, but I think I saw Ian covering a bet with the waitress.  Surely he was betting on my success… surely.  The taco was really good.  A mix of ground beef, potatoes, and in this case chunks of bright orange carrots made the hash both tasty and visually appealing.  In the end it didn’t stand a chance either, and its broken body was the proof of my victory.

BigCoffee

The tortillas were very good.  I disregarded my custom of one flour and one corn at the recommendation of the owner.  They didn’t serve a hand-made corn tarpaulin.  Too bad, but I won’t fault them as the flour torts were very good.  The salsa was green, and served in a squeeze bottle.  It had a good fresh taste of chili with plenty of heat, very good I would say.  The coffee was served in a cup that was large enough to have sequestered a small gamecock–and it was good.

In the end, I walked out victorious but not unscathed.  It’s likely I will wear the parting shot of salsa from the picadillo on my shirt for the duration of the day.  Salud.

We got away with little more than the shirts on our backs, and worn out stomachs as we made our way home to beg our wives to take us in and forgive us – one more time.

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Taqueria Almeida #2 – An Upside to the Southside

Sign

Taqueria Almeida #2

2033 Airline Rd

Corpus Christi, TX 78412

361-993-8070

Chorizo & Egg: $1.69

Carne Guisada: $2.25

Large Coffee: $1.35

As Tacotopia has grown out of its adolescence and developed into a hard working and respected blog (is there such a thing), if only in its tiny niche, it seems only fair that it should consider moving out of the smelly and violent streets of its youth into the fresh, clean and nondescript sprawl of Corpus Christi’s South Side.

IansTacosTaqueria Almeida would fool you into thinking it would have food as non-descript as the ubiquitous plate glass windows of the shopping center in which it’s housed.  It is not, however, without some character and heart. The big digitally produced backlit sign you see when pulling into the lot sits alongside a few hand-painted beauties.  There is a drive through.  There is green carpet on the walls, and lots of old-time Mexican kitsch that make you forget that you’re eating across from the Corpus Christi Athletic Club. It’s not only ironic but if you consider the full bar and the generous portions it’s a finger in the eye to the gym, and a net loss in the ledger of health for the block.

CornTortillaI got the usual; Coffee, Carne Guisada, Chorizo & Egg.  I’m told I should get the C&E here with cheese but I opted to stick to my ‘scientific method’ (the quotes indicate more irony).  The tortillas were excellent and could be a meal in themselves, especially when combined with the salsas (green and red) which are the best I’ve had in ages, except for my mother-in-law’s.  They’re about the only taqueria salsa I can think of that is really hot, and good enough to make you burn your mouth using a lot of it.  The Chorizo & Egg is not bad, not exceptional.  The Carne Guisada is epic in it’s richness.  The reddest I’ve had, and saturated with spice.  And I will be wearing a path to the baño after the five cups of coffee I drank thanks to the quick action of the polite waitresses. Kevy the explorer handled the more challenging edibles on our excursion into Corpus Christi’s exterior (better than the posterior).

Salsa

There’s something to be said for taking a foray from the familiar, into the foreign.  It was a pleasant surprise to travel traffic-free into the heart of the Dark Side…the South Side.  I usually try to stay out of the Southern part of town.  It’s like a poor copy of the ugliness that is Katy, or Sugarland.  Sprawling, congested, a collection of strip malls and cookie-cutter houses with no character.  Thankfully, there is taco…

On the plate today was the taco version of surf-n-turf.  I ordered up a mollejas on corn, and a fish taco on flour.  Fish tacos are one of my favorite breakfasts.  Today’s version of the dish didn’t stand up to my fish taco standards.  The “McFish” was a fried, food-service style filet that had more than a hint of fishiness to it.  Served with fresh cabbage and tomatoes, it was mostly good, but not great.  The mollejas were fried crisp — a first for me — fresh from the grill is how I usually get them.  Served ala Mexicana, they were well-seasoned but closer to chicharrones in texture than the soft deliciousness when hot off the grill.

The saving grace of the meal was the salsa!  Wow!  Both the green and the red were delicioso.  With heat enough to open your eyes wide and make you blush.  The green salsa was served in a squeeze bottle like some bizarro ketchup, making for easy application.  The tortillas were excellent, both flour and corn.  The coffee was cafe good, tasty and not too strong, served in a never-ending cup.  The wait staff was courteous and attentive — a positive, but not stellar experience.

If you find yourself in the suburban wasteland of South Corpus Christi and you’re looking for something unique, point your weary self toward this oasis of local flavor.

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