Reprinted from Instagram.
Some days life slaps you around and drops a little dookie on your head when you’re down for good measure to remind you who’s boss. That’s a good day to go to Bull Street Taco (@bullstreettaco). And other days it feels like you’re flying a half horse, half eagle hippogriff and carrying a magic sword forged from the meteorites of distant planets, slaying proverbial dragons and rescuing maids a milking. That’s also a good day to go to Bull Street Taco. And even better, some days it’s Margarita Mondays.
Bull Street Taco is as solid and reliable of a go-to as you can get. It’s like putting Biz Markie “Just a Friend” on the jukebox to kick things into gear. Is it going to blow the roof off the joint? No, no it’s not. Will there be twerking on the tables? No sir there will not. Will people smile and sing and throw their hands in the air and wave ‘em like they just don’t care? That would be amazing, but probably not. Though that’s how they’d be feeling on the inside with a carnitas taco in one hand and a house Flockarita in the other.
While the menu has a lot of options – mojo chicken bowl, tuna poke salad, vegan something or other I never do read this entry – the tacos are the stars. You can mix and match and get a Baja fish, a falafel and a chorizo. Or go old school with a Chum’s. That’s not made of chum (though that would also be amazing), just ground beef. Always grab a side of chancho beans, just because it’s a great word to say out loud. Chan-cho. Channnnchoooo.
The service is always friendly. The orders always come fast. The margaritas and real Mexican Coke always appropriate. The entire experience is easy, solid, chill and low maintenance. And it’s not downtown, giving it an even better neighborhood vibe.
Whatever kind of day you’ve had, come here and grab a seat outside. Guarantee you, you got what I neeeeed will be playing in your head.