My dinner arrived and looked and smelled like any other taco. When I looked up from my plate, seemingly all eyes were on me to see what I was going to say. I found a big piece of meat, speared it with my fork, held it for a moment in front of my face to look things over and causally placed it in my mouth. I don't know what I was really expecting texture wise, maybe gristley or chewy, but was pleasantly surprised that it was like almost any other meat I'd ever tried. And unless someone had told me I was eating tongue, I wouldn't have known any different. My only complaint about the whole dinner was that there was a lot of Cilantro, and I am not a huge fan of the herb. It wasn't too overpowering, just too much for my tastes, but I still thoroughly enjoyed my meal. I ate the entire contents (4 tacos) and left the table with a desire to try cooking tongue on my own sometime. Sorry Amber, but I'm not going to tell you when I try to slip it onto your menu, but I bet you'll be pleasantly surprised just as I was.