The other day, I was driving down Classen Blvd. when, without warning, a big banner from a bright red taco truck grabbed my attention and held it uncomfortably tight – “TACO TUESDAY ALL DAY EVERY DAY FOR ONLY ¢99!”
I then did what any hungry human would do – slammed the brakes, did a squealing U-turn, and skidded into the parking lot of a weed shop at 3408 N. Classen.
As my nostrils filled with the smell of burnt rubber, fresh weed, and fried pork, the name of the truck came into focus – Taqueria Feliz.
I haven't seen $1 street tacos since early-to-mid 2000s. Figuring it was a glitch or I accidentally time traveled, I knew must act accordingly…
Though my legs felt like jelly—I hadn’t been so nervous since my first date thirty-something years ago—I walked up to the raised counter of the food truck and sheepishly asked, “Can I get two of your dollar tacos…the marinated chicken and the fried pork?”