Dingo Ate My Taco — Restaurant in Melbourne

Second time coming to this place and they still operate as though they have no idea how to run a business. I made a pre-purchase online via their website and when I turned up, they said there was a system issue and my order didn’t go through. The reason I pre-purchased on this particular day is because I had my 6 month old baby with me and anyone with kids know that it’s not ideal to wait in store for 30 minutes for your food to come out with a small baby.

There was a line of about 20 people and instead of correcting their mistake by making my food first, they simply just put me back in the queue of orders. Needless to say the baby got very upset after 10 minutes and I received my food 30 minutes later. They had no leadership in the team and it is evident that they are all just bumbling their way around not k owing what they are doing.

Oh and the line of 20 people wasn’t because they were extremely popular, the lady taking orders was spending literally 5-6 minutes on each customer taking their order. People were even giving up on waiting in line and just walked out.

I won’t...

Went with my mother and wife, my wife had their birria tacos while my mother and I had 1-1 taco each.

My mother ordered a fried bean and potato taco which came without the bean. My mother told me about it after taking a bite.

I reported the same to the girl at the counter, she said let me replace it for you and apologised. After 5 minutes the manager/owner came back and told us the beans are very much there. I showed him the now cold half eaten taco and he said oh its mixed in the taco dough, which was certainly not what was written on the menu.

I did not want to argue so I let it be and said that's fine.

We left with a very sour mood with whatever we had eaten. If you can't take feedback and address the problems you certainly shouldn't be working in hospitality.

Never coming back here again. It's better...

Dingo Ate My Taco is a bold burst of flavour and fun parked in a graffiti-draped industrial lot, exactly the kind of gritty-cool setup that gets your foodie senses tingling.

The tacos? Outrageously good. We tried a mix, from the melt-in-your-mouth brisket to the juicy shrimp smothered in creamy guac and each bite was a fiesta of spice, smoke, and fresh toppings. Handmade tortillas makes all the difference soft, warm, and packed with authenticity.

Don’t miss the pickled onions and house-made salsas. They tie everything together like a mic drop at the end of a mariachi set. This is street food done right.

Service was super friendly and fast, eating on car bonnet is such a vibe.

If you’re serious about tacos, run (don’t walk) to this truck. Dingo didn’t just eat my taco, he devoured my...