I had no intention of eating tacos when my family and I took in the State of Fair of Texas this year. Most certainly not the walking taco golden calf. Last year’s experience put me off, and this time around I was looking for a day where my three-year-old son could have his way with Midway rides and livestock attractions. Damn the fried food.
After all, last year didn’t go all that well (read: warm and crunchy fried beer).
Then, within spitting distance of the Esplanade, Mrs. R spoke, “Look, honey, pastor.” There was much hemming and hawing while the missus ordered fried brownie (not that great). Continue reading