There was a time, a time before fast food. When the humble taco reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on the streets of North Texas. This was an age when only Big Tex was allowed to wear Dickies. And in Dallas, Texas, one taco spot was more Tex-Mex than the rest. Its name was The Taco Joint. It was like an oak tree standing tall amongst mere tumbleweeds. It had a taco that could make an armadillo cuddle and queso so fine even The Most Interesting Man in The World couldn’t get the time of day. In other words, The Taco Joint was the 10 gallon hat in a one-horse town.