Welcome Josh Wodarz to All the Tacos I Have Loved. He has made a point to check out Rusty Taco’s breakfast selection, and brought his awesome reviewing talents to our doorstep. Thank you Josh, from all of us here at All the Tacos.

“Having already tried the normal fare at Rusty Taco and having liked it (while sharing some of the same criticism’s as Courtney) I still had a desire to try their breakfast tacos. I had been seeing their sides on the side of Randolph Avenue ever day on my way to work. Always running late, I was never able to start off my day with a taco. Finally, one day, I made it a point to leave the house early enough to have a breakfast taco.

The breakfast tacos come in four varieties, all determined by meat: chorizo, jalapeno sausage, bacon, and plain sausage. I went for the horizon and jalapeno. The tacos arrived quickly, which was good, because someone, somewhere in that place had some terrible b.o. that seemed to linger in the air directly above the tables despite the twenty foot ceilings.

The tacos were loaded with eggs, the meat, and cheese -possibly too much cheese and too much egg. There was a generous helping of chorizo, but it seemed like too little jalapeno sausage. In some ways, these tacos were in contrast to the normal tacos they serve up, as I distinctly remember the portion size of the regular taco as just a little smaller than I wanted, where as these seemed too big. I was disappointed that they differed from the other tacos in another key way: no onion and no cilantro. You know that picture Courtney put up where the tacos were loaded with cilantro and onion? I wanted that. But, this was new, maybe it didn’t need to live up to my expectations.

Jalapeno sausage was up first. The first bite of actual jalapeno sausage was surprising. Because it was so breakfast sausage-esque. In a very good “your grandma is frying up Jimmy Dean sausages while you stay at her lake home” sort of way. Then I noticed two things: compared to the mountain of cheese and egg, the bites of sausage were too few and far between and there wasn’t even a hint jalapeno. Maybe I’d received a normal sausage taco by mistake. No matter what, the scrambled eggs were nice and fluffy and that this in no way tasted like any sort of fast-food, crappy breakfast burrito. It was way better than that, but not at all I what I wanted from it.

That sort of thought continued through the chorizo taco – the greasy, greasy  delicious chorizo. It was good. A little strong on cumin in the seasoning (at least I think that’s what it was where that normal slight burnt taste in chorizo had gone too far), but given the lowered expectations after the jalapeno sausage, it fit the bill and was exactly what I wanted.

Still, I’m left with the idea that cilantro and onion would’ve helped both of them and made them stand out so much more. Maybe it’s available as an option, I’ll have to check, as I will try them again. No matter what, when you order the tacos, they should ask “Would you like cilantro and onions on that?” Maybe I’m wrong and they will add nothing, but I want to try.

Overall, very filling for a good price and certainly a great go-to option for a quick breakfast taco. And I recommend the chorizo.

Like Courtney, I love a good huevos rancheros, and Sunny Side Up in Minneapolis has my favorite (I order cactus paddles and chorizo on the side, dump them on top and mix up the whole damn thing, eating it out of the tortilla’s like a taco – I do turn it into a hand held breakfast). Pizza Luce’s breakfast burrito is also a favorite, as is the new pulled pork breakfast burrito at The Highland Grill in St. Paul (I just realized they have a trio of breakfast tacos on their new menu and I haven’t tried them yet). And if you’ve never had the chilaquiles on the side when it’s offered on the Muddy Pig’s brunch menu, I highly suggest you try it. So good that it caused me to learn how to make them on my own. They’re another in a long line of Mexican food made to utilize the left over stale tortillas from the previous night’s meal.

And maybe that’s where a good breakfast taco should be taking it’s inspiration from: the idea of a Sunday morning breakfast where the family has to put together a meal with last night’s leftovers. Someone please try that and put it on a menu somewhere? Please?”

Boo and Ya!

It’s become apparent to people in my life that I really do love tacos. It may have taken some time, but finally the people around me see that I don’t keep this blog just for kicks, or out of some strange sense of irony. I love tacos.

But, really, who doesn’t? No one. Everybody loves tacos. Er’body loves to talk tacos.

Which is why people are always suggesting new taco restaurants to me. Most recently, a friend suggested a new taco place over in St. Paul – The Rusty Taco, which just opened in April.

It’s a terrible name that conjures visions of (in sillier moments) disgusting sex acts  – or, at the very least, a mouthful of  Tetanus.

However, once focused on the menu rather than the name, all grotesque visions disappear and are replaced with sweet imaginings of a heaven where they serve things like breakfast tacos, and fried chicken tacos, beer (Fulton in the house!) and, I think on their specials board they even had a drink called the Rusty Rita, a margarita made with wine. Sigh.

I know, I know – I’ve said time and time again that I’m really into authentic, Mexican tacos, piled high with nothing but spicy meat, onions, and cilantro. But, hey, is there anything America hasn’t improved?

All joking aside, I knew before I went that I wasn’t going to be able to get the standard, delicious, authentic tacos of El Taco Riendo, or La Hacienda. Sure, Rusty Taco has some traditional-sounding goods like Beef Fajita tacos, and Chicken Ranchero tacos (two items that although deemed to be Mexican food, are not really tacos, but here have been taco-ized). But, I wasn’t there for those items. Hell no. I wanted some Fried Chicken Tacos, or FCTs.

*On a side note, I would have definitely gotten the Breakfast Tacos if they were available in the afternoon. However, a friend of mine got them and said they were good, but had too much cheese. This leads me to believe that the breakfast burrito, in all it’s glory, might be as good as it can ever get for a mexican hand-held breakfast. I say it that way because huevos rancheros is a fucking delicious Mexican breakfast, and does not come in a hand-held fashion.*

So, I lived my week-long dream of getting Fried Chicken tacos, and you know what? They were pretty darn good. They even had coleslaw all up in there. But, here’s the thing, they were good, but I don’t know if they had any real merit as tacos. I mean, they could have been anything stuffed with fried chicken and coleslaw and they would have been tasty. So, what’s the point other than to say,  ”I had some FCTs”?

In addition to those taco-not-tacos, I tried the Picadillo tacos. Picadillo is a type of beef-hash that is served in all kinds of Latin American countries, and also in the Philippines.  From what I understand (read on Wikipedia) the beef and potato combination that Rusty Taco chose for their tacos is mainly the sort of picadillo served in the Philippines. Anyway, those were super delicious.

Finally, I had to choose the Rusty Taco’s own Rusty Taco – a pork taco with pineapple. Honestly, I was a little disappointed in this taco. The pork was dry, and it seemed like the pineapple pieces were just chunks of canned pineapple, which didn’t leave me wanting more.

On the whole, Rusty Taco has the right kind of prices, and the right kind of novel, ironic appeal that is going to make it a popular place, but I wouldn’t consider it a “great place for tacos in the Twin Cities.” It’s definitely one of a kind, and I will definitely be back to try their other offerings, and drink up all of their Fulton. Who knows, maybe if they get a taco truck for the summer, and shop their taco wares around the Whittier neighborhood, I’ll get all fat from their cheap, tasty taco-not-tacos, and change my tune.

All tacos: $2.50

Rusty Taco, 508 Lexington Parkway South, Saint Paul, MN 55105