My grandparents started going here, taking my dad and their 3 other children here all the time. Religiously. When my grandmother died, we all gathered here. She loves this place. This place created my dad’s love for Mexican food. Something he’s passed down to his own 3 children. My dad starting taking me here when I was just a baby. I’m now 31 and I’ve gone too many times to count. Even when we moved to Texas, we came back to visit family twice a year and we went to Taco House every single time. This place means so much to my dad and I. To my family. When I moved back to Colorado on my own, I became a regular again. I introduced the greatest smothered green burrito to my now husband. It was a staple in our house when I became pregnant myself. Now, my own baby goes here. That’s 4 generations of my family that eats here. I’ll never forget the one time my dad couldn’t make it to Colorado for Christmas and we framed a menu for him as a gift. We are so thrilled to own multiple merch items. My Taco House hoodie is one of my most cherished items. This place means everything to us. Even though Taco House is run by a family that is not mine, it feels like it is ours too. Thank you so much for all the memories. We will miss this place more than you will ever know.