Loca Maria's Taco X-Press, 2529 S. Lamar in South AustinMy god, when this place goes, Austin is DEAD! You might as well live in the Gap and eat biscotti dipped in seltzer. You might as well get your poetry from the fucking New Yorker, pal. Dirt floors and 30 minutes of poetry every Thor's Day. Hammer one, sister. Open up that taco shell and take a deep long whiff! This is the smell of heaven. It can only get better. It can't holds no more. It overflows with the true religion of soul and body and the music of sweat flung from the brows of true believers and righteous heretics. Many a venue has been rolled into the black dung heaps of the sacred scarab this past year, but Maria's just keeps rolling in the sweet soma of Chimichuri. Hmmmmm. Pollo Guisada. Hmmmmm. To repeat myself: This is why God lives in South Austin and eats tacos naked twice a day except on Sundays when she is the taco in your baby's smile. This is a holy place of poetry awaiting only your presence. There's no reason this should not be the locus of all that is unique to Austin poetry.There is only one Paradise, though there are many paths to get there.
