I hesitate to call myself a fan of frozen daiquiris. I’ve probably consumed fewer than 10 of them in my 30 years. At least half of those are from Daiquiris to Go, a storage shed of a bar that exploits a liquor law loophole by serving drinks in a sealed bag. Pull up to the drive-through and pick a drink. I’m partial to a concoction consisting of both hurricane and rum runner flavors known as the Nearest Motel, though I would not fault fans of Firecrackers or Back Breakers. Others sport names not appropriate for a family magazine. (Okay, one is called Multiple Orgasm.) After you leave, drive to Fuel City, grab some tacos, and rip into that Nearest Motel. 543 S. Riverfront Blvd. 214-741-0600.