Torchy's Tacos — Restaurant in Murphy

I walked into Torchy’s on a Tuesday, just trying to grab a couple tacos and maybe drown my existential dread in queso. What I got instead was a front-row seat to a culinary cage match.

A guy in a cowboy hat bursts through the door yelling, “Y’all better not be outta queso!” like it’s a hostage negotiation. The cashier doesn’t flinch. He calmly ladles a scoop of queso into a bowl, sets it on the counter, and says, “We never run out. We’re Torchy’s.”

Cowboy Hat Guy stares at the bowl like it owes him money. Then—out of nowhere—he challenges the cashier to a blind taste test. The cashier accepts. They go shot-for-shot with queso samples like it’s a tequila duel. The crowd starts chanting. Someone plays the intro to Eye of the Tiger on their phone.

After the final spoonful, the cashier wipes his mouth, nods solemnly, and says, “Damn good tacos. Damn better queso.”

Cowboy Hat Guy tips his hat, pays in cash, and leaves without another word.

Then the cashier turns to me, hands me my tacos, and says, “You want napkins or glory?”

I chose glory. And a side of queso.

Will I return? Only if I’m emotionally prepared...

You can’t go wrong with Torchy’s… unless you’re trying to order ahead.

An AI will try to take your order and incorrectly select items for you [with an annoying keyboard clicking sound between requests to simulate being human because the response time is abysmal].

Then, if you zero out to get a human, you can share your entire order and they won’t make your food unless you pay at that moment.

And if you can’t take out your wallet/card while driving, you can always text-and-drive instead with their text message payment link.

Food is good. Staff is good. System is garbage.

Note I: I wanted to order before I left, but the online ordering for this location is inactive.

Note II: Sadly, when we got home, our order was wrong as well. We ordered 2 Trailer Park Trashy, 2 Crossroads, & 1 Kid's Quesadilla. We paid for 2 Trailer Park Trashy, 1 Crossroads, & 1 Kid's Quesadilla. We received 2 Trailer Park Trashy, 1 Crossroads, & 1 Chicken Fajita. This is somewhat on me because I should've double-checked...

I walked into Torchy’s just trying to get some damn good tacos and maybe a little queso to soothe my soul. What I got instead was a full-blown queso-fueled showdown.

Some guy in a flamingo shirt was arguing with the cashier about whether the Trailer Park taco should be “trashy” by default. Suddenly, he flips a table, queso flies like confetti, and the cashier—cool as a cucumber—dodges the splash, grabs a Diablo sauce packet, and slaps it onto the guy’s forehead like a blessing.

The whole restaurant goes silent. Then the cashier says, “You come for tacos. You stay for the reckoning.”

I blinked twice, unsure if I’d just witnessed a spiritual awakening or a food fight. Then he turns to me, hands me my order, and says, “Here you go, boss. Damn good tacos. Damn good drama.”

I took one bite of the Brushfire taco and ascended. The queso? Liquid gold. The vibe? Unhinged in the best way.

Will I return? Absolutely. I might even wear a flamingo shirt next time just to see...