Taco Cabana: one friend reminded me, “It’s not fast food, it’s casual dining.”
But at the corner of Hildebrand and San Pedro, there’s the original Taco Cabana. I looked for a plaques, especially a historical marker. But there’s none there.
It was fast food the other evening, and perhaps the chain itself likes to consider itself “casual dining – not fast food,” but at the first store?
The food came whipping out fast. Money tendered, order was up. That quick.
No historical marker, either, but there was a telling sign on the trash bins.
Road to Rocky Point, part 2
The beauty of the way I like to travel is that there is no hurry. There is but there isn’t. Thursday afternoon, I found that the strap on one of my sandals had worn through. For a pedestrian like me, this is the same as blow-out.
Since, well, for me anyway, the road to the coast goes through San Antonio, a quick call to Piper Sandals ascertained that they were available for some emergency sandal repair.
I’ll either wear boots or sandals, and out of the sandals, preferably Piper Sandals. Hand-made in Texas. San Antonio, Texas. It’s actually a cottage industry, quite literally. Company runs out of the garage. Aries guy, now that I know that, I’ll plug it from an Aries point-of-view.
Piper Sandals aren’t very expensive, and seeing as how they can be resoled every year, or whenever the sole wears out, then that turns the sandals into a renewable resource.
My left sandal was dragging pretty bad, and the strap was broken, which is probably why it was dragging. So at 9 PM on a Thursday night, the Piper Sandals Cottage Industry opened up and let me drop of the pair for repair. And since I was there, I figured I’d just pick up another pair for the next couple of weeks, a different style.
They only come in two styles, anyway.
I got to ruminating on the relative success of the Piper Sandal Co. Just a mom & pop set-up, run from a garage.
Find one product, and do that product well. I’ve had sandals resoled before, and Dave Piper included a personal note, explaining why he was a little tardy in getting them back to me. (6 weeks is 6 weeks, just a long time to be without my main form of transportation.)
That extra note, the little touch, the excellence in customer service, that’s the secret.
Plus they’re damn fine footwear.
Point to Rocky Road, Part iii
