Hankering for fish tacos, we went over to The Taco Shack, a local haunt that has gotten rave reviews. Long lines enticed us and we asked those in front of us what to order and how. Diana and I settled on flying fish tacos and Tom ordered the Shack Taco plate, three, each with a different meat.
We got home without any hot sauce or salsa (guess you have to ask for it) and the taco shells were soggy and overall the tacos were bland. C- at best. But fun to get out.
Going to walk this off later. Just now hearing the news that Patty Duke died. Oh dear.