Some years ago, I became a big Taco Casa fan—even though the fast-food eatery was around 250 miles away and only served to me once, maybe twice, a year.
You see, of all the fast-food taco huts, enchilada spots, and burrito outlets in the lower part of the country, Fort Worth’s Taco Casa has primarily supplied gringo-fied Tex-Mex eats to most of Texas since 1972, complete with a stylized logo of a mustachioed bandito that meant we were about to have a south-of-the-border treat.
Usually eaten on summer trips to the Rio Grande Valley in the 80s, the budget-conscious menu offered good food at a good price, meaning my family—any family—could afford extra refried beans if they wanted.