Taco John’s

Taco John’s is one of my favorite places to eat when visiting home. The ground beef is deliciously seasoned and I love the Potato Oles with a side of nacho cheese. I wish they had locations in Maryland.

Just doesn’t cut it. Ordered special buritto bowl with hot sauce. Had to pour 2 extra scoops of hot sauce on it to give it any flavor. Was basically white rice and a few black beans with a few pieces of lousy shredded beef. Worst burrito bowl I have ever had.

There is a joke my father told me — Where he worked held a contest, the winner won a free meal at Taco John’s. The person in second place, was given two meals at Taco John’s.
It is a chain, and it is worse then Taco Bell. Don’t be fooled by the reviews here, this place is just terrible, and it is hard not to do better.

The potato olé’s are the best part of the deal

While driving down I-​24 just northwest of the Kentucky/​Tennessee border, 21^st century Capitalism revealed itself to me. A local radio station played a ninety second long commercial that assured listeners there was nothing wrong with their water. Their water was perfectly safe to drink. Their water was subject to «the most stringent» testing by the EPA and the Kentucky Water authorities. This commercial was paid for by the Kentucky Infrastructure Authority (KIA). The commercial vaguely hinted at an earlier incident but did not provide any relevant particulars.
An hour later I walked inside a restaurant known as Taco John’s. Every product Taco John’s sold contained ground beef. I instructed the woman making tacos how to create a meatless option. She obliged. (Tomatoes, onions, lettuce, guacamole and beans). Taco John’s other employees found the process of creating this seminal dish so enthralling they all gathered around me and my taco apprentice.
Moments later, I bit into Paducah’s first vegetarian taco only to find that the beans were not made of legumes, the guacamole was not made from avocados, and that the other «vegetables» probably were not
picked from a field.
The good people of Taco John in Paducah were a sedated bunch. Reminiscent of movies that show a dystopian future where television and «corporations» fund the broadcasting of light music and public service announcements that work to pacify a pathetic agglomeration of humanity. They regarded as questions of first impression each of my camel hair jacket, polysyllabic words, California staccato, and incredulous response to what they have taken for granted since birth, as questions of first impression.
But my bloodshot eyeballs and uneasy laugh were olive branches to continuity. For a heart-​racing handful of breaths fate was grabbing at my skull and pulling me toward work as an «organizer» of the Lyndon LaRouche variety.
The sweet life of proselytisation and conversations about the
weather imploded a few miles down the road when inevitability
nestled a patient Rockefeller fairy on my shoulder. Inevitability did not even need to speak because I preternaturally understood what his nymph had come to say. There is money to be coerced from the gap toothed folks in Paducah and its undiscovered sisters.

This is the ONE place that I have to eat at when visiting the folks back home (well, this AND Starne’s BBQ). We need these up here in Louisville!!!