Maybe you fellow yelpers can help me. Do I just have bad kharma? Possibly. I've secretly loved Tacodeli for years but haven't posted because it's already too darned crowded up in here! Lunch is insane. I try never to hit between 11:30 and 1 because there's little-to-no parking and it's ridiculously packed. That said, the food here is PHENOMENAL. The salsa dona is amazing and spicy and is something you should definitely try/
Easily I could eat these tacos daily. Three of their vegetarian tacos rank in my Top Ten Tacos of All Time list and their chicken and steak fundido are amazing. Shrimp tacos not to be missed.
So here's why the 3 stars: Inconsistency not in food quality but as in: you may not receive what you have ordered. Why is my order wrong 2 out of every 3 orders? It's consistently inconsistent if you know what I mean. I'm tired of asking to have my tacos remade, especially for breakfast. This is true for dine-in and take-away but it's especially irritating with take-away. I don't order anything complicated, I've asked the cashier to repeat the order, when they call your name they verify your order so what is the problem? I'm tired of it and will be on hiatus from Tacodeli for a while.
If you order take-away here, please check your order. This was a problem prior to and after the remodel. Here's where my review ends. Below is my divorce letter to Tacodeli.
For years you've ensnared me with your wicked salsa dona but I must bid you adieu. Years have passed and I have not strayed. Not to Taco Cabana, not even Juan in a Million. The breakfast taco fire in my soul has been quelled only by the hot, steamy foil wrapped packets of love from your tender hands.
Weekly I have darkened your door, salivating patiently through even your mid-life crisis (your interior decorator may have blinged your blang but I kept the faith that you wouldn't change, you'd never forsake me).
To my car I would gleefuly sprint, breakfast taco and creamy green salsa in hand, knowing that soon I would fill my very body with your goodness. Arduous was the three minute drive to my office! I mustn't devour you in my car! No, I must be patient. Unwrap your foil to unveil the naked surprise inside in the privacy of....my office.
At my desk I could think of nothing but slathering my egg, papas and bacon on flour tortilla with that delicious spicy green magical salsa dona and greedily savoring each bite until mere crumbs remained. Our exchanges could continue until the end of time and I would be the better person for it!
But then came the day when after unwrapping that steamy hot foil, my heart first cracked a little bit. I couldn't believe my eyes. What has happened? My precious, perfect taco! It can not be. Someone has substituted you for this godforsaken concoction resting on my foil! Don't you care for me any longer? Have I done something, somehow changed that you no longer seek to please me? I was so mad, so angered that you would treat me so callously that I ate it! I ate every bit of it and I wept for my loss.
And so it continued; the distance between us growing. No longer would I dance through your door, no. I would stoically walk to the counter with every modicum of grace I could muster. Chin dipping just slightly, I would longingly gaze at the cashier but with shame, dip my head a little more and then mutter my order. Cast aside, I would fondly remember our previous exchanges. Then, brown bag thrust in my hand I'd wonder -what could it be? What is waiting for me, are you giving me what I deserve, what I crave, do you love me again?
No. Mere egg and cheese.
Once, I spoke up. Once I called out to you asking why you had forsaken me, why you no longer cared! I asked for my rightful egg, bacon and papas when all I was handed was whatever you wanted to give me. What was my reward? Bacon and cheese in a corn tortilla.
This was the last straw. I have wept for our love and I will weep no more!
It is with great sadness that I must announce that I will no longer pine for you. Our time has faded as has the love I had for you in my heart. It will be difficult, but I will carry on. read more