Seeing the illustrious Shannon B. create a bookmark for the somewhat nondescript La Fogata Tacos…read moretrailer on a hot August morning piqued my interest. My checkin history is littered with plenty of places with 'Taco' in the name. I've made more runs to the border than I'm prepared to admit. So I thought, what the heck!
To repay Shannon for planting that seed, I asked if she would have a chance to catch lunch there. So, off we went to Burnet, just south of 183, in front of the self-service carwash on the east side of the road.
Being a cheapskate at heart, I couldn't pass up a chance for a cheap breakfast taco. She serves them all day, but they go up by like a quarter at noon. An uninspiring chorizo and egg taco at a sit-down 'tacqueria' the day before left me with a craving. So I order her chorizo (so full of flavor it put the previous day's version to shame), as well as a Sope (which I was surprised to find out does NOT actually mean "soup", and is, in fact like a deep-dish chalupa). Shannon orders the Enchiladas Potosinas, which don't at all look like what we usually think of as enchiladas. Instead, I believe it roughly translates to "These taste so good, how can there be so many of them on my plate for such a good price?!?!" I took my drink choice even more old school: Jarritos de Piña, por favor!
All in all, great eats all the way around. The lady who runs the truck seems genuinely concerned that we enjoyed our meal there. Only one picnic table, so more a a place to pick up from than dine at. Shannon assures me the salsas were good, but I already had plenty of spicy chicharron goodness on my sope.
We didn't see a place to recycle, so we took our empties with us, pleased with the meal we had at La Fogata Tacos.