As a child, I remember my grandma, Consuelo, taking me to cenadurías—small, home-based eateries filled with the comfort of homemade food. She believed in fresh tortillas every morning, no fast food, and always sharing a plate with others. My mom’s cooking shaped me, too, and I always knew that one day, I’d open a restaurant. Three years ago, my mom passed away. Around the same time, I met my half-sister, and when I tasted her food, it felt like home. I told her, "I’ve been wanting this for a while," and that’s when we decided to open this place together. Food is more than just a meal—it’s a memory, a connection, and a way to care for others. My dad raised goats and would make us birria. My sister cooked some and I was transported back to my childhood. That’s the kind of experience we want to share with our community. This taco shop isn’t just about serving great food—it’s about creating a safe space. My grandma always made sure no one went hungry, whether it was neighbors, police officers, or anyone in need. She taught me that food is a way to give back. That lesson stayed with me, leading me to earn a master’s degree in counseling. We want this place to be more than a restaurant. If you need a meal, you’re welcome here. If you need a place to talk, this is a space for you. Therapy and tacos—a place of nourishment, conversation, and community. My husband, a veteran and I are honored to serve you, not just food but kindness, just like my grandma Consuelo did. Welcome to Ten-Go Tacos.