First, the business news. I hacked out four new paragraphs plus some dialog tonight, which pleases me, although I am still leery about how I'm going to wrap this story up. At least I figured out that a character needed to die (harder than you might think).
Now, onto a more pressing issue: the lack of Choco Tacos in Austin, Texas. I first encountered this desert at the Court Street BP Station in Athens, Ohio. The sustaining treat of my college years, it was the perfect ending to a long night of studying Greek and watching B-Horror. When we moved to Austin, the bastion of Mexican and Tex-Mex, a place where people see an animal on Discovery Channel and wonder how it would go with salsa, I assumed that the Choco Taco would be waiting for me.
And yet I have spent seven years peering into cold cases, casting longing gazes at freezer-chests, only to be rebuked. Tonight I found myself in a 7-11, only to strike out yet again. A search for Choco Tacos on Klondike's website confirmed my worst fear: there are no Choco Tacos in Austin, not even at Wal-Mart.
And that is a crying shame. It's ice cream and chocolate in a friggin' waffle cone shell, for crying out loud! This blessed confection is so earnest it inspires snears. Shouldn't all of hipsterdom be swarming these things? Doesn't my fellow man long for that perfect marriage of sweet and crunchy cold that is the Choco Taco?
Come on, City. You're letting me down.
Maybe the promoters thought that people who make breakfast tacos would never embrace the chocotaco. Really, though, it's Monday. You wouldn't eat the chocolate anyway.
ReplyDeleteMy excitement at finding one would be such that I would buy it and save it for Sunday.
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