There is a very small number of places that I eat on the regular. I'm a creature of habit and so when I am not in my foodventure mode I repetitvely frequent a handful of places. Tuco's is one of the places I eat once a week at least. I really love the food. What's interesting is the first time I went, I had high hopes for them, and I was grossly dissapointed. I ordered the absolute wrong thing. So a few months ago I gave them another shot and they quickly went from being on my crap list to my frequent list.
Tuco's impressed me tonight in a way that I have to tell you about. It's no secret, I'm black and I eat in a lot of spaces that are not usually predominately black. It is the reality of my life. For most of my life I haven't given it 2 thoughts because it is the life I live. In the recent political climate, and the videos of black discrimination emerging on the regular from establishments that seek to exclude people who happen to be wrapped in similar skin as I, I have become more aware of how I look now than ever before.
Today I strolled into Tuco's as normal, and I was seated, and the waitress brought me some of that delicious salsa and chips, and took my drink order. The difference between today and say last week or the week before is that she didn't return. I didn't think anything of it until anout 15 minutes passed. After 15 minutes I start looking around and I realize no one in the room is black but me. So then naturally I begin to wonder am being discriminated against? Whats happening? I wait another 15 minutes and nothing. So eventually I summon a buss boy over, and I ask him who my waitress is, because I genuine can't remember, he doesn't know but he finds someone. A genteman comes over nervously takes my order because he thinks I'm enraged, (and I'm not). My waitress re-appears, and she is incredibly apologetic. Which is really all I want. I just want to know that you genuinely forgot I was sitting over here in the corner away from your other tables, and you forgot me rather than you not wanting to wait on the only black patron in the restaurant. That's all. She dispelled my fears. After she realized she was waiting on my table, she became the perfect waitress. She returned to the table and made sure I had all that I needed. I was prepared to tip her my typical 30-40% when she covered my bill due to her mistake.
I wasn't going to hold the mistake over her. I actually was sitting at the table hoping this was a mistake and not discrimination because I love Tuco's so much. There are good people who make honest mistakes, and those are not the people we should villify. Those are the people we pat on the back and dust off, and encourage them to continue in the game.
Tuco's is one of my favorite restaurants for a number of reasons, beginning with the first time I ever visited and the person I went with. To one of my favoite desserts that I only order (or have seen) at Tuco's, to the good service I always get. They have some of the most delicous taco's I have had, and I am huge fan of their taco salad. Their Sopapilla is good in house and to-go, and I am incredibly grateful that I don't stop patronizing one of my favorite establishments. When we make mistakes we should own them like Jordan did tonight. We should own them and fix them. Our society has a lot of ills but I'm willing to bet that a sincere attempt to right the wrong, is better than sticking to your guns when you're wrong (and you know you are). Jordan has restored a lot hope that seemed lost in our society. For that I am so grateful.
Pros: Amazing Tacos. Great Atmosphere. Genuine People.
Cons: They are human (but so are we).
Verdict: I'll be back next week.