Wednesday, June 10, 2009

THE TACOVILLE EXPERIENCE

Let me introduce you all to the world of Tacoville. My mom has been taking me and my two sisters to Tacoville since we were just younguns. We always order the same thing: Chalupa Supreme with sour cream. The only thing that changes is how many we plan to eat that day. As you will see from the picture below, this is a little hole in the wall place, located in between two vacant stores in a strip mall. Tacoville is what is keeping this rundown strip mall from being knocked down I tell ya. However, during the week the line is usually stretched back to the door and you find all kinds of people in here from the very well dressed business men and women to the homeless (yes, homeless I saw them come in one day and the restaurant gave them some extra food that they had). When my Mom lived out of town (for about the last 15 years) every time she came in we went to Tacoville. She couldn't figure out why we were so close and not eating there everyday. My little sister, the pregnant one, eats Tacoville after every doctors appointment for the baby. Any Oklahoma people on here (Sasha) that can testify to the greatness that is TACOVILLE?


The outside of the restaurant.


The almighty Chalupa Supreme with Sour Cream! A bright white light emits from one of these when you order them.

My son enjoying a beer - a ROOT beer that is! Although, this is the type of place that you can get your special combo meals and the drink is a beer, how great is that?


Mom enjoying Tacoville. If you were there, you would be smiling too!


Yes - that is Miss Getcha Nails Did all out STUFFING her face with a chalupa - at least what was left of it.
*Those of you from Texas please note the t-shirt, it says "BEAT TEXAS"! Represent!!!


Speaking of Representing - here is Momma showing me how it's really done!


**The last two pictures were taken by my son Little - did he do good or what?



So that's Tacoville - hungry yet? Do you all have any little hole in the walls that you can't live without?

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