OK, I know now you think I have totally lost it. I probably have, but have to share a secret with you. If you are ever in the downtown Dallas area, you MUST go to Fuel City for the best tacos in the world.
We were up preparing for church when lo and behold we hear one of our favorite gospel groups on the radio and they are saying that they will be at First Bapt Dallas this morning. Well, we forgo some of the normal “prep” work of getting ready, like eatting and get on the road to head downtown. The music and the sermon was so worth the drive and the skipping of breakfast. Now, on the way down the tollway, I tell Randy, “you know, while we are down here, why don’t we go to Fuel City for breakfast. He looks at me with that “look of love” and smiles and says “oh yeah, that’s why I love you, I was planning on taking you to a nice breakfast someplace where we could maybe sit and have a great cup of coffee by a fireplace, eat warm rolls and enjoy a leisurely breakfast, but you are on, missy”. Of course, this also appeals to his “frugal” side, as he is getting out so cheap. Instead of a $20.00 breakfast, he can fill me up with about $6.00 worth of tacos. Now the scenery isn’t all that great, and the only fireplace is when we turn on our heated seats as you have to eat in your car. The points of interest is the city jail, the Copa Capana Strip Joint across the street, but trust me on this, the tacos are just the best you could find anywhere in Texas. So don your bullet proof vest, fill up the car with gas, and head on down to Fuel City and enjoy the barbacoa dripping down the front of you while sitting in your car, watching the bail bondsmen, city attorneys, truck drivers, people who have not been home since around 8:00 last night with still the same clothes on, and eat until your hearts content. Next time, we are just going to give them a $20.00 bill and tell them to keep the tacos coming until we have our $20 worth.
It was also on this excursion that we discovered that our honeymoon stage is over. When we are driving home, Randy takes one hand off the steering wheel and says, “wow, I can still smell the taco on my hands.” Now ladies, if you are like me, you remember the time when you were first married or dating and if your “sweetie” had touched the steering wheel or your phone, you would smell your hands and think, “oh, doesn’t it smell just like him” and you would remember having him hug you and look down and kiss you. Well, now, it is a little different, now we lift our hands, smell the tacos and dream of the next time we can head down to the Riverfront exit off Interstate 35 South, downtown Dallas. Because of the onions and cilantro, we won’t be doing too much kissing until we get home and are able to gargle…….
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