Day 17: Baja Fresh

South Lake Tahoe sucks! Apparently there are no tacos to be had after 11:00pm! Cabo Wabo, no tacos! T-bell, no tacos! Got in a cab and said "Take me some place I can get tacos!" Cabby said there was no where I could get tacos at such a late hour! As I wandered around state line, convinced day 17 would be the end of my taco streak, I saw a magnificent light off in the distance. The Baja Fresh sign sparkled in the crisp, night time mountain air. I walked up to the door, and to my surprise, it opened when I pulled the handle. I wandered in, thinking it must be closed. It was! What was I to do? With the fear that failure was a very good possibility becoming more and more tangible, I flagged down the first person I saw and begged for a taco. After a good amount of explaining about thedailytaco.com, the night manager (my favorite girl on the planet, Natasha) took pity on me; reopening the kitchen and whipping up a carnitas taco seemingly out of thin air. It was heaven. Between the delicious taco I had been craving, and the outstanding company I had at Baja Fresh, this may have been the best taco of my life. Thank you sooooooooooooo much Baja Fresh in south shore. I will never be able to repay the great kindness you did for me this evening.