I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house with a wood fence and the red wagon and the plug in sprinkler drawing a sparkling arc over the lawn and the translucent inflatable pool and folding lawn chairs and ice chest full of canned beer and sandwiches and popsicles, and doesn’t seem presently to exist. At Taco Charlie’s, they served tacos. They didn’t serve burgers, shakes, tortas, and burritos. Tacos and fries. Fries and tacos. I sometimes put the fries in my tacos. Or loosened the taco onto, into, my fries, and got a fork. Everyone wore a name-badge. The name badge was a stamped metal piece shaped like a taco if a taco were standing in a doorway coming into a dark room at night, backlit by a hallway, or a street with the old orange high pressure sodium street lights, a noir detective taco with no taco details, just taco profile. The name badges all said Charlie. The Charlie was etched into the steel, or whatever the silver metal was. The Taco Charlie’s was always in an A-frame. You can’t tell an old Taco Charlie’s from an old Weinerschnitzel. …There’s no commercials on Youtube… There’s no search results on Google, no postings in old forums, “hey, does anyone remember…”, or on Reddit… There’s a lot of Charlie’s Tacos… There’s people reminiscing about Taco Charley’s… There’s Yelp, DoorDash, other things asking if I’d like to look in them to order from a restaurant that doesn’t exist…“Craving Taco Charlie’s?” …I’m, well, I’m drinking a cerveza as they call it in the private detective business, but I said it in English because I’m not going to embarrass myself, and the bartender…There was a chain called Charley’s, is that what I was remembering?... I clicked through to Taco Bell, Tacos by Charlie… This is how it went: I get into my car. I drive to the nearest A-frame. It has a red roof, so it was probably a Weinerschnitzel. Now it’s BURGERS. I ordered a taco. It’s not Taco Charlie’s. But I don’t remember, exactly, what Taco Charlie’s is. My sedan moves through the street, around other sedans, trucks, minivans. I stop at another A-frame. “Good afternoon,” “Hey man.” “This is a weird question, but do you know what this used to be? Was it Taco Charlie’s?” “It’s been … as long as I’ve worked here. Hey, Julian…” “Weinerschnitzel?” “No, it was a little vegetarian health food place. The roof was green. Like lettuce.” There’s what looks like a delivery guy getting a little too close to me and the window. Lettuce give up, and have tacos. “I’ll have an asada, a pollo, a carnitas, an al pastor, a shrimp, and a fish.” “Would you like a drink, or anything else?” I knew what it wasn’t, but it was good. It was good while not being all that different from BURGERS’s tacos. All Sysco food of a certain grade, I guess. But with that Chicano touch that Charlie’s maybe had. On the second page of the search engine, the third page of the search engine, there were things totally unrelated to tacos. On the fourth and fifth page, unrelated to Charlies. When I was young, before the internet, the internet seemed like it would be a place for everyone to remember everything…I opened up the images tab…I saw tacos…a food truck named Charlie’s…styofoam plates,styrofoam clamshells, packed with tacos…I see the backs of line cooks, collared t-shirts and black baseball caps…a food truck…unfamiliar logos… a neon sign, “CHARLIE’s,” …I saw row of green poblano peppers roasting on a the blue flame of a professional gas range…I’m full now: I’ve had five tacos. It’s a wonderful life…Now there’s this, what you’re reading, an anecdote about a place that didn’t exist, that somebody’s not remembering…the sound of somebody chewing tacos in the dark…