I live in Northern Virginia where there is a woeful lack of Café Rios. It’s awful.
I know. You’re over it. I know – Café Rio was so, what, six years ago? Five maybe?
Well, folks, I’m still riding the Café Rio train. When I go to Utah to visit family, that train stops at Café Rio first – I shuttle straight from the Salt Lake Airport directly to Café Rio, where my mom collects me after I have licked the sweet juices from my fingers.
Of all the things I’ve ever said, of all the words I’ve ever spoken, I have never felt more satisfaction than when I speak the words, “Two pork tacos.”
Try it. Hold up two fingers, peace-sign style. Give into the urge to entertain a slight Latino accent if you don’t have one already.
“Two pork tacos!”
Yesterday, friends informed me that a Café Rio just opened less than 15 minutes from my apartment. The kicker – on Taco Tuesday you can get tacos for $1.50 a piece.
Even if someone had told me I had just won the HGTV Dream House, I would not have been more excited.
The Alexandria Moms caravanned to Café Rio where I proudly shouted:
“Six pork tacos!”
In the middle of the Northern Virginia pork taco desert was an oasis. I drank from the fountain of delicious tacos and filled my canteen for later.
I wasn’t super social. I savored every bite in silence. But I want my friends to know that they made my day, my week, my month. Thanks. I will never forget it. And my husband will never forgive you.