You’ll stroll downtown Colorado Springs with a local guide, tasting three different tacos paired with creative cocktails at lively spots along Tejon Street. Hear stories of Prohibition-era mischief, see city views from a rooftop bar, and swap laughs over chips and queso. It’s more than just tacos—it’s an afternoon full of flavor, history, and those little moments you’ll want to remember.
The tour includes three tasting stops along Tejon Street in downtown Colorado Springs.
Yes, non-alcoholic cocktail options are available at each location.
No hotel pickup is included; you meet at a central downtown location.
You’ll enjoy three different tacos (one at each stop), plus chips with salsa or queso and Spanish rice.
Yes, you’ll see landmarks like the original county courthouse and hear historical storytelling throughout.
The tour is not recommended for dairy- or gluten-free travelers; vegetarian options may be limited.
The experience takes place over late afternoon into early evening but exact duration may vary by group pace.
Your afternoon includes guided tastings of three margaritas or seasonal craft cocktails (with non-alcoholic choices if you want), three flavorful tacos from different downtown restaurants along Tejon Street, plenty of water at every stop, chips with salsa or creamy queso plus Spanish rice to share—and all led by an expert local guide weaving in stories of Colorado Springs’ quirky history as you walk together between each spot.
“You know, the old courthouse bell used to ring every hour—drove my abuela nuts,” our guide Maria grinned as we lingered near the ornate tower. I hadn’t expected to start a taco and cocktails tour talking about Colorado Springs’ Wild West days, but that’s how it went. We’d just met outside this grand old hotel (built in 1903, apparently—Maria loves her dates) and already I felt like I was tagging along with a friend who knew every story on Tejon Street.
The first stop was this place that looked straight out of Tulum—swings at the bar, sunlight spilling through big windows, and the smell of grilled corn tortillas drifting over from the kitchen. My margarita tasted sharp and bright, with just enough salt clinging to the rim. The taco—soft shell, a little messy—had smoky pork and some salsa that made my nose run (in a good way). Maria laughed when I tried to pronounce “cochinita pibil”—I definitely didn’t nail it. She told us about Prohibition days here; apparently people got creative with their drinks back then. I kept glancing up at Pikes Peak in the distance—it’s wild how you can see America’s Mountain right from downtown.
We wandered down alleys painted with wild colors for the AdAmAn Club’s anniversary (I didn’t know what that was until Maria explained—something about fireworks on New Year’s Eve). At each spot we tried another taco and a different cocktail—one had mezcal that tasted like campfire smoke, another came with creamy queso and chips that disappeared way too fast. Somewhere between stop two and three, someone started talking about their favorite salsa recipe back home and suddenly everyone was swapping food stories. It got loud in a good way.
The last place had this rooftop bar where you could watch the city lights flicker as the sun dipped behind Pikes Peak. My final drink was something floral—I forgot the name but it matched the sky turning pinkish-orange. I remember thinking: there’s something about eating tacos outside while strangers become friends over silly stories and spicy food that just sticks with you. Even now I still think about that view from up there.

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