Dallas Observer •

Some of Fort Worth's Best Breakfast Tacos Come from this Old, Unmarked House

The dingy white house has no signage, nothing but the faint smell of chorizo to indicate that its contents yield some of the best damn breakfast tacos in all of Texas. Sitting on an unassuming lot in the Northside neighborhood of Fort Worth, Aguilera's Cafe is a taco landmark — one that could quietly disappear at any moment. The man behind the tacos: 90-year-old Santos Aguilera, whose father originally opened the taco spot more than 50 years ago. Walking into Aguilera's feels almost intrusive,
cat5 •

Pilgrimage on the half shell

Cold wind whips across the peninsula, shaking palm trees to little effect, it seems, on the tiny waves that lap timidly at an empty beach. That’s the way it is with winter surf, the locals say, but it’s hard to believe. It’s early on a Saturday night — dinner time — and that gorgeous Bolivar sunset is nowhere to be found. All is gray and quiet but for the unrelenting wind. Despite the fact that it’s still fall during my visit, technically, winter came hard and early this year, and Crystal Beach is suffering at Mother Nature’s cold hand. Business owners seem harried and frantic despite half-empty bars and dining rooms. It’s the worst winter since the peninsula “came back,” people say over and over. But I’m not here for the beach or the surf or the warm comfort of the sun on my skin. I’m here for the one thing you can only get after the cold settles into your bones. I’m here for oysters.