“Nine dollars? For one taco?! That is just insane!!” I remarked, perusing menus of the seemingly endless options in South Beach’s eclectic restaurant scene. Planning the culinary adventures for my friends and our spring break trip to Miami felt like an impossible feat. In true foodie fashion, we had a long list of criteria: aesthetically pleasing decor, Instagrammable food (phone eats first, of course), good ambiance, and reasonable price. As five college-aged girls with budgets far lower than the lavish cuisine our palettes craved, keeping dining expenses down was not an easy task––until we discovered the wonders of Taco Tuesday.
“Only three dollars per taco? What a steal!” I announced, telling all the details of the latest special I found. “Wait! This place’s tacos are only two dollars! They also haveunlimited chips and guac!”
I continued to fall down the rabbit hole of every Taco Tuesday special along Miami’s South Beach, each looking better and better.How were we supposed to choose? Whether it was the allure of the “holiday” itself or just the fact that our near obsession provided premium content for (what we considered) hilarious jokes, I’m not sure. We became fully invested in making this Taco Tuesday the most idyllic ever; morning to night, we planned the most elaborate meals, activities, and themed outfits. In the days leading up to the event, everything we did or said related somehow to Taco Tuesday.
Tuesday, March 8th, 8 am. I opened my eyes, sat up, and shrieked: “It’s Taco Tuesday!!!!,” in my loudest, most exclamatory tone. While I am sure my friends were not exactly hoping for an 8 am wake-up call, we had a long day ahead of us, and I knew that was the only way to get them riled up for the day. We made our daily trip to the lobby Starbucks to caffeinate ourselves to an optimal level. The day was spent at three different restaurants eating tacos, of course, for every meal. My personal favorite was the Birria Taco made with braised beef and melted cheese in a handmade corn tortilla. Birria tacos are unique, as they are served alongside a deliciously spicy broth to dip in. Each bite dripped with immense flavor. A close second was a delightfully crisp Baja fish taco with fresh pineapple salsa, the perfect taste of Miami. Though fish is not usually part of my diet, this fish was so fresh I knew I had to try it. Whether it was a sit-down restaurant where each taco was creatively plated or the dingiest shack at the end of an alleyway, every taco we found was delectable perfection (and much more economical than any of our other meals).
While the food was so delicious it was quite literally life-altering, the experiences filled with laughter were what really tied the day together. Taco Tuesday lived way beyond our expectations, with food providing an outlet for my newfound college friends and I to create everlasting memories. We were brought closer together than before––a true success. Even as we return to “real life,” we try to honor Taco Tuesday as much as we can, seeking out Boston’s best Mexican cuisine (though, admittedly, it’s hard to top Miami).