Taco, Taco, Taco

In a hunt for quick and cheap dinner last night, we went to a chain called "Taco John's," a place that bills itself as "Authentic West Mex." It's about as authentic as a Mexican place can be that makes a burrito that features what is essentially tater tots. I, of course, got myself the Taco Bravo which was a hard-shell taco wrapped in a soft-shell taco. Because, hell yeah I'm going to eat a hard-shell taco wrapped in a soft shell taco. It wasn't half-bad if you consider Taco Bell not half-bad.

We were served by some tattooed dude named Odell. Odell spoke very slowly, wore his cap sideways, and was covered in tattoos. Harlan noticed that Odell had tattoos on his knuckles too-- on one hand was the word "Less" and the other one "More." When our order was finished, Odell asked for our names so he could call us when the order was ready, this despite the fact we were the only people in the place. Later on, we had to change our order and was served by one of Odell's coworkers, a pimply-faced, cheerful 18 year old or so girl who was very visibly pregnant.