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TACO GRIM
TACO GRIM
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Meet Taco Grim — the outlaw of the lunch rush, the chainsaw-chugging menace nobody dared order with extra guac. Born under a flickering neon Tacos Al Diablo sign, Grim smoked his first cigarette before he was ever plated — and he’s been grumbling through the grease trap ever since.
He’s got a dead stare, a nicotine habit, and zero patience for your “Is it gluten-free?” nonsense. Cross his line, and he’ll fire up that rusted chainsaw he calls Mercy. The only thing on the menu tonight is regret, shredded and served cold.
His arm ink tells his story: a skull, a broken heart, and a love lost somewhere between Tuesday specials and unpaid tabs. Don’t mistake his limp tortilla for weakness — every bite has bite back.
Toss it on to battle the walk-in chill. Peel it off when the whiskey hits after close. Heavy enough to say: you rode the rail and made it out alive.
Pure cotton — thick enough to soak up fryer funk, grill grease, and the sins you won’t talk about. Seams that stand their ground. A fit that moves with you but never taps out.
Cut by rough hands. Broken in by the BOH crew who never clock out — they just fade into the smoke and do it all again tomorrow.
Every piece is made to order, no mass piles gathering dust. So yeah — it takes a little longer to hit your doorstep. That’s the cost of keeping it honest and waste-free. Thanks for backing the grind.
He’s got a dead stare, a nicotine habit, and zero patience for your “Is it gluten-free?” nonsense. Cross his line, and he’ll fire up that rusted chainsaw he calls Mercy. The only thing on the menu tonight is regret, shredded and served cold.
His arm ink tells his story: a skull, a broken heart, and a love lost somewhere between Tuesday specials and unpaid tabs. Don’t mistake his limp tortilla for weakness — every bite has bite back.
Toss it on to battle the walk-in chill. Peel it off when the whiskey hits after close. Heavy enough to say: you rode the rail and made it out alive.
Pure cotton — thick enough to soak up fryer funk, grill grease, and the sins you won’t talk about. Seams that stand their ground. A fit that moves with you but never taps out.
Cut by rough hands. Broken in by the BOH crew who never clock out — they just fade into the smoke and do it all again tomorrow.
Every piece is made to order, no mass piles gathering dust. So yeah — it takes a little longer to hit your doorstep. That’s the cost of keeping it honest and waste-free. Thanks for backing the grind.
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