In some ways, you never get past your first love. And I’ve tried, several times, to leave Taco John’s behind. There were the years where I stopped eating fast food, and then the years I spent in a job that took me 1,600 miles west of the franchise’s Midwest base. I thought I was done. Really, I did.
But Mexican food is my favorite, and has been since I was a kid. Whether on the streets of Playa del Carmen or at a small burrito stand in the Four Corners’ desert, I cannot shake the craving. And as much as I enjoy the vast, incredible tastes of this too often pigeonholed cuisine, Taco John’s was my first love.
Yeah, it’s fast food, and 200% more “Tex” than “Mex.” But I swear, this place is the