Tacos TJ 664 — Restaurant in Wichita

Unexplainably, Wichita Has No Tongue. How Else Do You Explain the Food?

There’s a theory—mine, naturally—that everyone in Wichita is still emotionally stuck in early 2020, wandering the foggy ruins of a COVID-era palate. Flavor was suspended indefinitely, replaced by something beige and haunting. It’s not that the food is bad, exactly—it’s that it seems to have never come into contact with memory, seasoning, or a sense of purpose.

Into this muted culinary wasteland arrives TJ Tacos, and frankly, it feels suspicious. Implanted, maybe. Dropped from our of space. Whatever the case, they don’t belong here—and I mean that as the highest compliment. These tacos, against all odds and zoning laws, taste like something. Not just edible, but arresting. Bold. Illegally good. I chewed fast, half-expecting ICE to burst in and detain me—by mistake, of course.

You take a bite and get the sense that the cow didn’t just die for this—it volunteered.

This is not your below average restaurant betrayal, slumped in soggy paper and served with a side of regret. This is Tijuana in a tortilla. The undisputed Queen of the South when it comes to tacos, making a mockery of anything within five miles that dares call itself “Mexican food.”

One friend arrived late, naturally—he believes entrances are more meaningful when there’s a chance someone might have rolled out a red carpet. He made a beeline for the bar, oblivious to the fact that I’d gently tied a napkin around his neck like a bib. In my mind, he was wearing flannel. He wasn’t. It was some kind of shiny, white polyester shirt, but his full beard and generous body hair gave off strong, hungry-lumberjack energy. A man with a single mission, destroy!

Without uttering a single vowel—no names, no greetings, like a particularly juicy booty call—he annihilated the burrito. No hesitation. No resistance. No tears. He didn’t eat it so much as inhale it.

The burrito offered no struggle, left no trace—not even a smear of salsa to prove it ever existed. It was disturbingly efficient. Like the perfect murder.

He was the...

I've been hearing about this place for a month or so now. Received really good reviews from some food blogs that I follow. On an empty stomach, I went looking for this place. It's pretty quaint inside, not a lot of tables. Seemed there were several people waiting for their orders, and the looks on their faces seemed as if they had been waiting for quite some time. The entire menu is written on the wall, and that was pretty cool. I ended up needing to ask some questions about the products before I ordered, and the woman at the register was very helpful. I went with the large order of birria (beef) tacos to go. It came with 4 small corn tortillas, a very large cup of birria meat, combined with some pinto beans and consomme. On the side there was cilantro, onions, lime slices, radishes and cucumbers (yum!). At home I ended up frying the tortillas a little more crispy so they could hold the consomme juice. Let me tell you, I was not disappointed. The birria was absolutely perfect*. Some of the most delicious meat I have ever tasted. Perfectly spiced, perfectly balanced. I absolutely loved the pinto beans, They were so soft and tasty. These tacos are a 9.5 out of 10, easy. A few small drawbacks: Almost 20 min wait was excessive. *Meat was slightly on the salty side. *There was several large, fatty globs.

They might want to add some tables outside when the weather warms up. I have a feeling this place is going to make it really big. Do not miss out on...

I had originally heard of this place through a friend and was encouraged to try it. Today, since I was in the neighborhood, I took time to try it for lunch.

One of the worst experiences I have ever experienced. The waitstaff were exceedingly inattentive, and when asked would rudely snap back at you.

Floors were filthy, cobwebs in the rafters, exposed electrical cords, table was not cleaned after the person before me. And yes, I switched to another, but still the same story at the new table.

As for the food, woefully bland. The fries soggy as if they had been sitting in the warmer for an hour or more. The beef was still pink and the guacamole on top had started turning brown.

I took the food and unused disposable utensils to the front, explained the issue and requested my money back, and informed them I will be eating elsewhere. They refused, called me several unsavory names, and told me to leave. That since they served me that food they no longer have to provide me with service.

Suffice it to say. Worst...