Cinco de Sucko

In honor of a holiday that needs a narrative, contrary to what some may think (judging by the incomprehensibly and perpetually packed Lauriol Plaza), Mexican food in DC sucks. My only consolation is having avoided Ezra's fate:

LA doesn't know how lucky they have it. I can hardly remember what it's like to have such a surfeit of delicious tacos that you'd support closing some down. It pains me even to think of it, particularly after last night's experience at the wretched DC chain "California Tortilla," where I got a mayonnaise fish taco that made me want to give up food forever. Seriously: I don't care if you support universal health care or progressive taxation or an internationalist foreign policy. But if you take nothing else from this blog, do not go to California Tortilla. I had to go by Tacos Pepitos this morning just to get the taste out of my mouth.

Which is all to say, if LA really feels overstuffed with taco trucks, we could use a few of them out here.

Give us your authentic, your tasty. If the taco trucks really look like they're in trouble, I may start a Facebook group advocating the exodus. If they can vote with their feet, we can vote with our mouths.

Comments

[Mrs. Peperium]

I'm making some authentic Mexican today. In Detroit!

It's not that hard, really. And it's quite worth it...