The Tale of the Taco Part 2

I left off with the set-up of my story.
I'm dragging this thing out as far as it will go. 
So, if you missed out on my ambling preamble, you can go here.
I shall continue to regale you readers with my story.

So, the blue-and-yellow grocery store that sits at the entrance to my neighborhood has become a hotspot of sorts.

Some people set up a few canopies and fill tables with stuff.

I have no idea what the stuff is, (because I have no need for more stuff) but I think it is of the yard-sale caliber.

Once, I saw a man with a huge barbecue grill, attempting to sell pulled pork to passerby.
I didn't try it. I'm a discerning eater.

Then, one day, a taco truck appeared down at the store.

I shrugged it off.

At first, I thought, no way am I eating tacos from a truck. That seems gross and unsanitary. 


The taco truck continued to appear.

My dad decided that it was worth a shot to try some of the food, especially since the taco truck had stuck around for a few weeks.

If it was bad, then we would know. No big deal.

So, dad got a taco, and informed us that it was actually really good.

Thus it began.

The taco truck would appear every weekend, Thursday-Sunday.
I never went down to the taco truck, but I really did enjoy the delish tacos.
This taco guy knew how to make some tacos.
The corn tortillas were warm and almost crunchy, filled with grilled chicken, sautéed onions, cheese, lettuce, and cilantro. On the side he included a poblano pepper, wedge of lime, and verde salsa.

He was a food artist.

I didn't know who this guy was, but boy, he could make a good taco.

The best part? $2 for a taco that could fill you up.

One day, Dad went out-of-town and I wanted a taco.
Not just any taco, but a taco truck taco.
A taco from the taco truck that sat at the blue and yellow store.

Dad was the usual taco-getter, but since he wasn't around, I volunteered to pop down to order the food...


What wonders would this taco truck hold? 
What was the taco-maker like? 

Find out in the next post!