For those who remember Mommy's Tacos...

Mama flew south. Squirt stayed put.

When Mommy's Tacos packed up and migrated south for good, her ugliest duckling refused to follow. Squirt swiped the family recipe book, waddled into a tiny spot in East Nashville, and hung up his own shingle.

Now it's six-inch corn tacos, twelve-inch 'dillas, cold brewskis, and sauces made from scratch – all run by a duck who's a little too confident for how he looks.

We think he's beautiful. He thinks so too.