Embark on a tour de taco in Austin
THE year 2016 opened a deep and divisive rift between two factions already prone to distrust each other. A battle for supremacy raged, insults flew and a long-simmering culture war reignited.
This rift had nothing to do with President Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, with coastal elites or rural America. It had everything to do with breakfast tacos, and whether Austin or San Antonio could properly claim credit for their creation.
Unlike Trump and Clinton, who continue to take shots at each other more than a year after Election Day, the leaders of the warring taco tribes – Austin Mayor Steve Adler and San Antonio Mayor Ivy Taylor – came together to pledge peace. The “I-35 Accords”, named for the interstate that connects two of the fastest growing metropolises in America, formally declared each city’s tacos equally delicious.
“[T]here is more that unites our tacos than divides them,” Adler said in March 2016 at the signing ceremony. “Let us break our fast with the tortilla of hope and the egg of peace.”
On a July visit, I decided to make a careful study of Austin’s taco scene. What, I wondered, would the evolution of such a simple meal say about a city influenced by Mexican and American cultures, one that may be America’s most proudly weird city?
Locals will tell you that the taco, in all its myriad forms, perfectly encompasses a city of hipsters and technologists, a city with centuries of history and a bright future of growth.
“It could easily be argued that the breakfast taco represents more than just probably the most wonderful breakfast meal, but the convergence of different cultures,” Adler told me later. “It represents the innovation that you see in Austin.”
My Tour de Taco, as I came to call it, took me from the humble taco truck to family establishments where English is not the first language, from hipster breweries to high-end establishments with expensive cocktails.
My first stage began, appropriately, under the yellow jerseys once worn by a Tour de France champion, Austin’s own Lance Armstrong. His bike shop, Mellow Johnny’s, includes an in-store cafe where the 2017 edition of the world’s most famous cycling race played on a big screen above a handful of industrial metal tables.
The cafe serves breakfast tacos made by Veracruz, one of the city’s best-loved taco trucks. Refried beans, a light fluffy egg and cheese sit inside a perfect flour tortilla, wrapped to dip in a gentle, red salsa. It is light enough to be a good breakfast without slowing me down ahead of a busy day.
That evening, I meet a friend at Lazarus Brewery – a modern throwback space with a lumpy, handmade wooden bar and 13 beers on tap. We dive into homemade chips and a justspicy-enough guacamole, beset on all sides by a hipster crowd in beards and glasses.
The next morning, I drive across town, under the interstate, to a local joint with quite the reputation. Joe’s Bakery has been a draw since the Avila family opened a small grocery store on the site in 1935. Today, a fourth generation of Avilas runs a bustling diner where photos of famous guests line the walls. The line is out the door.
My morning iced tea is delivered in a glass the size of a small bucket. The tortillas, crisp off the grill, has a massive scoop of barbacoa – never skip the recommended onion and cilantro – and a zesty tomatillo sauce that adds moisture to dry eggs.
For lunch, I stop at El Arroyo, the internet’s favourite taco bar. Positioned on a thoroughfare that guides traffic from Austin’s northern and western neighbourhoods into downtown, the restaurant is known for its lowtech, black-letter sign, which is decorated each day with another joke:
“Treat your mom to a margarita, you’re probably the reason she drinks.”
Inside on a Saturday afternoon, there are few diners. But El Arroyo is a happy-hour establishment, and generous drink specials await visitors later in the day. The bright yellow and blue walls, with green trim and orange accents, are obscured by the smoke wafting from passing platters of fajitas. My al pastor taco is full of smoky pork, set off with the sweet crunch of pineapple.
Hours later – after a suitable nap – I brave the crowds on Sixth Street; its bars give Austin a reputation as a nightlife destination. I head to the Austin Taco Project, inside the Hilton Hotel, for my most upscale meal.
Here, executive chef Kevin Spencer – a self-described “taco-logist” – brings the fusion trend to tacos. The Good Morning Vietnam marries caramel barbecue chicken with Vietnamese vegetables and a spicy Fresno chile that stings a bit – a banh mi on a flour tortilla. The Pineapple Express, the typical combination of pork and pineapple, comes on a chewy and substantive corn tortilla.
On my final morning in Austin, I try Fresa’s, a drive-through and walk-up. The green salsa that comes with my breakfast tacos is unexpectedly spicy. The Tricky combines avocado and egg; the Margie, with steak, eggs and mild peppers, is a medley of textures.
Eager for one more stop, my brother-in-law takes me to Torchy’s, a local chain that started as a fast-food truck and now boasts locations as far away as Denver. I go bipartisan: The Democrat has another scoop of barbacoa, paired with avocado and cheese. The Republican has jalapeño sausage with cheese and tomatoes.
And so my Tour de Taco ends in flavourful victory. But after so many tacos I am in no shape to think about pulling on the yellow jersey.