Tacoville seems a little too cool to be in Oklahoma City, doesn’t it?
Ran out of a crumbling strip-mall in a bleak part of town where S.W. 29th crosses with Newcastle Road, this mostly modest cash-only Tex-Mex joint, with its refrigerator case full of cheap beer and it’s precise menu of even cheaper eats, feels like something out of a Robert Rodriguez movie. You half expect Cheech Marin to be slinging tacos with expert vulgarity or Danny Trejo sitting in the back, cutting onions with a machete.