Out among the dusty lots and vacant fields of Del City sits the visibly cost-efficient Mid-Del Taco, 4320 S.E. 15th, a run-down down-home Tex-Mex joint that’s been sitting there, doing mucho business with their tacos and burritos, since the early 60s. Obviously, they’ve got to be doing something right, comprende?
As Del City’s urban cowboys and other assorted shit-kickers filled the small spot for lunch, I stepped aside and let them order first; they knew exactly what they wanted, not even bothering to look at the menu. The young woman in the kitchen was getting the orders out as expediently as possible, her official Mid-Del Taco t-shirt getting covered with melted cheese splatters and ground beef spurts, the true dangers of this job.