OK, so I'm a weenie when it comes to taco shells. But you gotta understand that old men who eat without a bib are living on the edge to begin with and taco shells, with all that splattering crunch, are a simple invitation to a messy chest. Ain't doin' that tonight.
I actually had a taco in a shell before I changed my mind, dumped it into a platter and served it to myself. Now, I can delicately eat the salad, served on the chips at the bottom and the mess on the chest will be there, but it will be minimal.