First the definitions:
Tacos: Slices of meaty
Mexican deliciousness redolent of cilantro, radish, chopped onion served on doubled
soft, hot corn tortillas. The myriad
meat choice reflecting a whatever is on hand, leftover ethos: carnitas, tongue,
goat or beef tripe, pig’s ears and for the children carne asada or chicken.
Tack-Os: Are the Americanized
version of non-variable composition: fried tack-O shells made from corn
tortiLLas, shredded cheese of your choosing (this where your creativity can
really shine: pepper jack anyone?
Oolala,) chopped tomatoes, shredded iceberg lettuce and watery diffuse
taco sauce squeezed carefully from plastico-alumino hybrid pouch/packet device. Please be advised that the term tack-O is
appropriated from Family Guy. It’s worth
watching the clip for the sake of research and a better understanding of the
term itself. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
So of course, what now follows (based on other foodie (I
fucking hate that word) reading you’ve done,) is an exultation of the original
and a denigrating debasement of the Americanized riff on Mexican soul
food. So there’s no reason to read on
right? Never were you so wrong gentle
reader! They’re both fucking
awesome. So Ha!
Tacos are of course awesome.
Funky, filling, flavor bombs reflective of the extensive amount of care,
time and effort involved in converting various and sundry nasty bits and
leftovers into comestible ecstasy. The
result is a perfect fast food lunch or quick dinner and a sound alternative to
the ubiquitous burger and fries.
But Tack-Os are equally awesome. Miniature time travelling devices that will
transport you back to the 1970's and if you get really creative like tossing in,
Oh I don’t know cilantro, radish and chopped onion or avocado or sour cream you
have on your hands a fusion of time, place and culture that might fairly make
your head spin.
One more thing, I think it’s high time for Yum! Brands to
change the name of it’s Tex-Mex food franchises to Tack-O Bell. Those are NOT fucking tacos dude!