Rusty Taco is small, simple, and cheap—everything you’d expect from a taquería whose location forbearers were a gas station and a Just Brakes. Call it the Two Buck Taco Chuck of tacos: you can choose from 11 variations for $2 a pop. There’s shredded pork rubbed with pepper and salt; flavorful fish (grilled or fried); the signature “Rusty Taco” (achiote pork with charred pieces of pineapple); and our favorite—the dangerously deadly (on account of how it tortures your taste buds with super sadistic tastiness) slow-roasted brisket. Plus breakfast tacos for those silly early-bird risers with a repressed worm fetish.

All are assembled in wonderfully supple tortillas served in cardboard trays. Plus lime. Rusty’s is equipped with gobs of outdoor seating, vats of bottled beers (draught dodgers unite), and frozen and free-flowing margaritas (a prime example of real lime and cheap tequila coalescence) in frosted white plastic cups. Yum.

Inside: witness soft-drink dispensers set up on a Craftsman workbench with soda fountain vessels, pressurized hoses, and pumping organs displayed below in anatomical chaos. Over there: a Craftsman tool cabinet serves as a stocking station. Automotive-cum-eatery tropes galore! It’s true: for a fistful of singles you can taco and cerveza like it’s 1989 Cancún. Get here quick before the coming inflation monsoon swells the Two Buck Taco Chuck to $2.50.