This year, leading up to our annual Menu of Menus issue, Kaitlin Steinberg counts down her 100 favorite dishes as she eats her way through Houston. She'll compile a collection of the dishes she thinks are the most awesome, most creative and, of course, most delicious in town. It's a list of personal favorites, things she thinks any visitor or Houstonian ought to try at least once and dishes that seem particularly indicative of the ever-changing Houston foodscape. It's a list to drool over.
I wasn't looking for Taco Keto when I found it. I was lost in East Downtown, perhaps looking for one of my favorite haunts, Voodoo Queen, before I memorized exactly how to get there. I drove past the little red truck covered in handwritten signs on neon poster board, and found myself drawn to it.
I grew up eating tacos and fruit cups from small stands or trucks in weedy, overgrown lots in my hometown of Corpus Christi, and I learned from those experiences that taco trucks usually meant one of two things: food poisoning or the best tacos of your life.
I parked in the tiny amount of space allotted to visitors next to the truck and walked up to the window, unsure of what I was getting into. A man appeared and proceeded to ask me in Spanish what I wanted.
