Today we did our morning routine and played around the house for our usual 2-3 hours after wake up (he wakes a bit after 7:00)and then we got in the car because I needed breakfast taco's, badly. There's this crappy taco place down the street from us...I mean, it's downright trashy. It looks like it hasn't been painted in 20 years (probably true) and it's filthy like an old gas station. But it's always packed. The wait is usually out the door. People drive from clear across town, just to eat taco's from this shit-hole. It's sort of famous, in an Austin way. And I don't even know why because Mi Madres breakfast taco's make this place look dumb. But it's down the street from me and I needed potatoes eggs and cheese in my belly, ASAP.
Well, Henry thought this place was FANTASTIC. The actual dining area/ordering area is the size of a master bathroom (I'm not kidding) so it's loud and cramped. There was the student crowd, the working men in uniform crowd, the backpacker European crew, the hipster punk rockers, the mom club...I mean, all types of people eat here and we actually got a table (there are only 2..and they were both filthy---I washed them in hand sanitizer--just skipped the water).
It was a very pleasant 25 min we spent there. My little boy eating his taco and swinging his feet beneath him in his big boy chair (no booster seats at the tamale house) and he was just thrilled to see all those people squeeze past him and giving him winks. All this while mom inhaled 3 tacos.
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