Tippy Would Be Proud

When I was but a wee child, I went to a Mexicanish restaurant of dubious standards. While there I had a “meat” taco made from a chopped off-brand hotdog. The meat was higher quality than the cheese or the lettuce or pretty much everything else that Tippy Taco served.

The Tippy Taco of yore is not to be confused with today’s Tippy’s Taco House. I can tell you from the pictures alone, Tippy’s Taco House cannot compete with the glorious memories that I have of Tippy Taco of Texas.

Is it possible for Mexican food to be vulgar?

Some would argue that there is no such thing as “good” Mexican food but I disagree. I worked in Mexico City regularly (as a travelling telecommunications consultant) and can verify that there is such a thing. There is just no such thing as good Mexican beer. (Much like Taco Bell though, I will still have Mexican beer on occasion.)

There is Mexican food and there is Tex-Mex food. I prefer the latter but often enjoy the former.

There is also the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Tippy Taco won top honors in the last two categories.

Tippy Taco was neither Mexican nor Tex-Mex cuisine. It was Tex-Mex as prepared by someone who heard from someone who heard from a Martian how to prepare Mexican dog food.

I did not eat at Tippy Taco today. Instead, I brought my lunch to work expecting to eat it. Instead of that last instead, I was treated to lunch by one of my colleague’s boss who took us to El Fenix.

The Fenix has not risen. The Tippy hatchling is still buried in her ash.

I thought to myself, “This must be the Mexican food equivalent of National Health Care.”

I shall hereafter refer to El Fenix as Barfy’s Recycled Mexican Food and Discount Fertilizer.