The jukebox at the Taylor Cafe is divided neatly in half. Discs one through 30 or so are the traditional country albums you’d find at most any Texas eatery, bar or saloon–Bob Wills, Asleep at the Wheel, Ray Price, Willie–but continue to press that flip button and soon you’ll be in norteno narcocorrido terrirtory–Los Tigres, Los Tucanes, Los Originales.
Of all the memorable things about the Taylor Cafe–the plywood walls, handwritten menus, old bean cans serving as spittoons next to the urinals and, of course, the food–that jukebox was the thing that stuck with me. Why so clearly divided?
The answer to that question can be found about 13 minutes into the following video.