Day 62: Nick's Crispy Tacos

The inaugural official "Taco Tuesday" went off without a hitch despite the absence of a few key expected attendees (You know who you are). By the time I walked into Nick's Crispy Tacos at about 7:15, there was already a line extending into Rouge next door. Apparently $2 tacos and $2 Bud lights made for a popular combination on the Tuesday night before Halloween. A few taco fanatics had arrived early and were already happily eating, so the Executive Producer and I grabbed a couple of beers and sat down to wait out the line. Bad idea! It continued to get longer and longer until I was finally forced to concede that I would be subjected to a substantial amount of time in said line if I was ever going to get my tacos. When we finally reached the counter, the Executive Producer and I ordered our limit of tacos (3 per person per trip) and headed back to the table to await our food. By this point, a number of other Daily Taco fans had arrived, and Taco Tuesday quickly began to achieve its true potential. The tacos were delicious (prepared Nick's way, of course), the conversation animated, and the company superb. As we sipped beers and ate tacos, there was an excited energy in the air brought about in part by tonight's outing, but also by the knowledge that this was but the first of many taco based Tuesday gatherings that would shape the next ten months of our lives.

Day 61: Andale at the airport.

Wow! After a spectacular weekend in San Diego (marred only by a small amount of unpleasantness involving a lost ID and a missed flight), I finally made it back to San Fran at 1:30 this afternoon. Famished after a flight delayed for an hour and then forced to circle above the airport for another hour because of traffic control, the same Andale that I had been unable to eat at on Thursday was a welcome sight as I passed through the security checkpoint on my way out of the terminal. Today, I refused to be denied the SFO tacos I had been craving since leaving for S.D. at the end of last week. I entered the food court-esque area that houses Andele (along with numerous other dining choices) and ordered a two taco plate from the pleasant lady behind the counter. A surprisingly comfy booth by the window seemed like the perfect place to hang as I anxiously awaited their arrival. Tender chicken with pinto beans and fresh pico served along side a pile of chips and salsa almost made me forget about the horrendous flying experience I had just been put through. As I enjoyed my meal, I watched the planes landing on the runway outside. There are no words to describe how happy I was to be on the ground eating tacos instead of still stuck in one of those horrible tubes of misery.

Day 60: Carne stall at the Gasslamp farmers market.

Day 59: La Fiesta

No time to post tonight. San Diego is crazy on Halloween! More to come tomorrow!!!

La Posta

I love the random dirty Mexican restaurants you find throughout San Diego. You can grab a taco at the most run down looking shack you can find and it will be a sublime eating experience. Such was the case today as Dupe and I drove to Hillcrest to retrieve his car from the shop. On our way back from the airport yesterday, Dupe's expedition decided to loose all power as the result of a faulty alternator. It was quite fun trying to limp said car through the gaslamp before it completely died. Any way, a block from the garage we found La Posta. A restaurant consisting of a kitchen with an extremely low window through which you ordered from an equally short lady, I new todays tacos would be a special treat. After placing our order, we grabbed a table on the street (no indoors to this restaurant, hence no indoor seating) next to a grizled old man who looked disconcertingly like a serial kikller. Our food arrived and was even better than I could have hoped. A fish taco for Dupe, a carnitas taco for me, and an order of 3 rolled potato tacos with sour cream and cheese (I had never seen anything like tem on a menu before, and had to order them. They tasted kind of like a crunchy baked potato) arrived piping hot and eager to satisfy. Delicious, delicious, delicious.

Day 57: Rubio's

Thursday afternoon found me at the airport just in time to catch my Southwest flight (I can't explain to you how happy it makes me not to go to Oakland anymore to fly Southewst!) to hot and smokey San Diego. I had been excitedly anticipating a quick stop at the SFO outlet of Andele for some pre-flight tacos, but, as usual, by the time I actually got to the security check point time was running very short. Foiled in my attempt to get airport tacos, I spent the hour flight planning my evening in S.D. around taco acquisition. Upon arrival at lindburg field, I called the Strategic Taco Undertakings Director to arrange a ride into the gaslamp. As I waited out the 15 minutes it would take the Dupe to reach me, I realized I might be able to get airport tacos after all. Rubio's is a mexican chain specializing in fish tacos. These aren't the grilled fish tacos I see in Nor Cal so often. These are deep fried and covered in a mexican white sauce and cabbage just like they make them on old Mexico. In fact, the chain was born after two ambitious friends returned from a surfing trip from San Felipe (or something like that). Tasyt deep fried fish was spectacular!

Day 56: Rico's

After missing my Sunday Rico's taco fix, the symptoms of Rico's withdrawl grew stronger and stronger as the week wore on until I couldn't stand it any more. Tonight I would give in to my Rico's addiction and get my body the nourishment it so desperately craved. All day long I anxiously anticipated my dinner feast. Would I get chicken? Would I get steak? My mouth was watering for hours as visions of tasty Rico's tacos danced through my head. Finally dinner time arrived. In the end, I chose carnitas, and my tacos were spectacular as usual.

Day 55: The Blue Light

Is there anything better than kick ball? A spectacular game from my youth that has translated to my more "mature" years, kick ball never fails to produce a great reason to get together with friends and drink some beers outdoors in beautiful San Francisco!. An e-mail from Court at 9:26am promoting a civilized kick ball match this evening was all it took to to get me thinking about how great a post-sporting taco outing could be. With the temperature above 80 in the city today, it was easy for Court to entiice numerous fans of The Daily Taco to meet at Fort Mason after a long day of work. A few Bud Lights and an aborted kick ball game later, it was time to head for The Blue Light for "Taco Tueaday." With tacos priced at $1 American, it was no surprise that we quickly ran through three plates of them (to the tune of 30 American tacos) along with an equal number of $2 Coronas. Beef, chicken, and fish (no veggie! That prompted a pizza run for the non-meat eater in our group.), these small yet delicious tacos were the perfect thing for our post almost kick balling nutritional needs. They were so good, in fact, that we will be returning to the blue light for a "thedailytaco.com" taco eating extravaganza on the Tuesday before thanks giving pitting yours truly against Douggie, the Maltasauraus, the executive producer, and whoever else thinks they can hang (20 taco minimum to qualify). Second bar of the evening was the Bus Stop. No tacos there, but $10 buckets of Pabst in a can made up for it! I was wearing my Senor Salty gear which prompted the girl at the next table to ask "Why do you have a giant taco with arms, legs, and a face on your shirt?" Predictably, my response was "Why do you not have a giant taco with arms, legs, and a face on your shirt?" It turned out she grew up in San Diego and loved Mexican food. The conversation centered on her plan to open a Cotixan (a taqueria in S.D. that got the vast majority of its business between the hours of 1 and 4 AM) .in the Marina because there was no place to get good late-night tacos (rolled tacos in particular; a San Diego taco phenomenon consisting of oversized taquitos covered in guacamole and cheese. Mmmmmmm, rolled tacos!) in that part of the city. Brilliant! I assured her that The Daily Taco would frequent her establishment if she followed through on her ambitious plan. Not bad for a Tuesday night!

Day 54: Taqueria San Jose

The final costume poll has begun! All the oldies but goodies are back for a final throwdown to determine which costume will reign supreme for the week of Halloween. A week from tomorrow will mark the inaugural Daily Taco "Taco Tuesday!" Come on over to Nick's Crispy Tacos from 6:30pm till whenever to eat some tacos and drink some Dos Equis with Senor Salty and the Daily Taco crew. Its a sure way to make the blog if you've been waiting for your 15 seconds of taco fame;) Now, on to the tacos. After my poor showing on Saturday's blog, I decided to give Taqueria San Jose another shot on The Daily Taco. T.S.J lies four long blocks away from casa de Fred. Not surprisingly, I partake of its Mexican fare far less often than that of my "two blocks away" standby, Rico's (Hey, a wise man once said: two extra blocks is two extra blocks, and who am I to argue with such amazing logic). As I dined on carne asada tacos after a nice 14 hour day at work, I realized what a shame it was that my lazyness prevented me from regularly venturing past Rico's if I was eating locally. It had been months since I had visited T.S.J., and I had clearly forgotten how tasty their food was. As that first bite of taco passed my lips, distant memories of previous San Jose taco runs became as vivid as if they had happened just yesterday. Saturday it was chicken, today it was carne, both times it was delicious. Tortillas, meat, salsa, cilantro, and guacamole combined in perfect harmony to create a truly great taco. I'd like to say that these two excellent meals will convince me to make the trek to T.S.J more often, but that may just be wishful thinking. Two extra blocks is two extra blocks after all;)

Day 53: Left at Albaquerque

As you may have been able to tell, I have been in a blog writing funk for the last two days. Although my desire for eating tacos was as strong as ever, my well of creative taco description seemed to have dried up. I awoke this morning wondering if a beautiful October Sunday would hold the catalyst to re-ignite my taco narration abilities. The answer came in the form of an unexpected phone call from two die hard Senior Salty fans. Kelly and Krista had been wandering the about the Marina when they decided today would be the day they became more than just spectators of thedailytaco.com. After reading about my taco adventures over the past weeks, Kelly and Krista were ready to take the next step and become active participants in my quest to complete the year of tacos! Left at Albuquerque was the spot du jour, and upon arrival we skillfully procured the best outdoor table the restaurant had to offer. 70 degree weather combined with just the right amount of shade and breeze to create optimal taco consuming conditions. Blackened fish for me, chicken for Krista, and veggi for Kelly; the tacos were deliciously paired with a beer/margie to create a sublime Sunday dining experience. Girls, thank you for giving me the inspiration I needed to get my blogging skills back on track.

Day 52: Taqueria San Jose

Day 51: T-Bell

The double deker taco. A taco inside another taco! Nuff said!

Day 50: La Parilla Grill

A 6pm shoulder surgery at CPMC(originally scheduled for 1pm. I love my job!) afforded me a perfect opportunity to hit up a taco joint near the hospital I had been Jonessing to try. By the time I left my house (I was in need of a short nap after the inaugural CitronandLemonade.com festivities last night) I had a meager 30 minutes to get my self to the O.R. If I was going to stop by L.P.G (La Parilla Grill) and still be on time, my taco acquisition strategy would have to be flawless! A brilliant last second decision to take Leavenworth instead of Hyde, and a prime parking spot directly in front of the restaurant, combined to make me confident I would succeed in tonights taco mission. The L.P.G. menu claimed I had the opportunity to partake of "the best chicken in town" at their establishment, so two chicken tacos were the approved solution for my taco fix. Phase 2 of my taco plan required me to get my food to go. Parking in the city is always a challenge, and I was running out of time. I would have to eat my tacos on the road if I was going to make it to the O.R. on time. I knew my parking karma reserves were full when I spied a spot half a block from the hospital entrance on my first trip by. I flipped a quick (mostly legal) u turn, and pulled my car into the space the taco gods had blessed upon me. With a good 5 minutes to spare, I leisurely chewed each and every bite of tasty taco till both were gone. The chicken was delicious, the guac was creamy, and the tortillas were tender as can be. Success! My acquisition scheme had worked to perfection. Its amazing what one man can accomplish in the pursuit of tacos with a little planning and a little luck (or was it divine intervention?)!.

Day 49: Tres Agaves

Tuesday marked the arrival in San Francisco of THE Doug Jones of Zimmer Corporate (which is based in beautiful Warsaw, Indiana). A fast friend of the taco, and a long time fan of thedailytaco.com, Doug had been anxiously awaiting his opportunity to dine in person with Senor Salty since early September. Today was the day that dream would come true! After a morning of wandering the city, Doug met me at Tres Agaves for a delicious Mexican lunch. Tacos, of course, were the only acceptable order off the extensive menu we were offered. Carne for Doug and Carnitas for me, our lunch arrived with rice, beans, and a pickled vegstable mix. Muy Caliente! The pickled japenos and carrots added the perfect amount of spice to the perfectly proportioned (small tortilla overflowing with large amounts of meats and salsa) tacos. A crisp Dos Equis amber from the Tres Agaves taps was the perfect accompiament to our spectacular lunchen feast. P.S. I have convinced Doug to start his own blog: "The Daily Lemonade and Citron dot Com." Stay tuned for citron and lemonade sauciness. Doug will have the first shoot off of The Daily Taco. Send your ideas if you want to be the second!

Day 48: Mas Sake

A taco haiku:

Oh sushi taco
I crave your tuna goodness;
Large Saporro, Niiiiiiiiice!

-Senor Salty

Day 47: Nick's Crispy Tacos

On Polk street, just off Broadway, next to Rouge nightclub, lies Nick's Crispy Tacos. As I rounded the corner past Rouge, I saw the red tinged interior of the bar/club through its open door. I had been to Rouge numerous times, but despite Nick's reputation as a late night taco hit spot, never before had I traveled next door to partake of its mexican food; or so I thought. As the Senior Taco Consultant and I walked through the door labeled "Nick's" we were mildly confused to find ourselves in the midst of Rouge! Unbeknownst to me, Nick's and Rouge co-exist within the same building. Now I know what you're thinking: a night club and tacos together without even having to go outside is far to good to be true. But its true, I swear! And not just any tacos. Two carnitas tacos "Nick's way" arrived slightly crispy, and filled with jack cheese, guacamole, and tender pork. Washed down with a Dos Equis, I could imagine how great they would be after a night of partying in Rouge. And they would be extremely easy to get because all that partying would be done in Nick's Crispy Tacos as well. Weird!!

Day 46: Rico's

Darth Taco edged out the burrito 9 votes to 8 in costume battle #2. Britney Spears, a torta, and G.I. Joe were all suggestions sent in to Senior Salty, and will join the affore mentioned top 2 vote getters for the next poll. Its Sunday, and as usual that means Rico's for dinner. Two carnitas tacos was a fitting reward for managing my fantasy football team to a 70 point victory over the first place team in my league.

Day 45: Left at Albuquerque

Tacos and beer. Possibly the perfect combination. What could be better? If said beer came in a 3 foot/two pitcher cylinder with a tap attached so you would never run out of cold beverage while consuming your tacos. Could such a great implement of beer consumption actually exist. At Left at Albuquerque the answer is decidedly yes.

Day 44: La Barca

Tacos #1 10:39am. Taco Bell. Pre-emptive tacos. Tacos #2 7:39pm. My buddy Grimes wandered out of the R Bar on Sutter at Polk (Thank you Fogerty!) to get him self a burrito for dinner. He returned with his burro, and an order of two carne tacos with Sour Creme! Since the Executive Producer and I happened to be in need of a snack, we split said tacos. Very good! Tacos #3 9:42 In a vain attempt to hit up Mas Sake for sushi tacos (yes, they are in corn tortillas), the Exec. Prod. and I managed to stall our departure from the R Bar till 9:15, arriving at our destination during a part of the evening when Mas is amazingly crowded. Off to La Barca next door. Two Chicken tacos filled my taco requirement, and I was off to the bars!

Day 43: Taqueria La Cumbre

Today, work took me to San Mateo for the first time in two weeks. I was about to head for Pancho Villa (my usual San Mateo spot) when I remembered a taco recomendation from my boy Dougie. Being one of the original Senor Salty faithful, and an attendee of thedailytaco.com kick off party, I thought it would be wise to heed Doug's suggestion and travel the extra two blocks to Taqueria La Cumbre. This restaurant is housed in a quaint little building with plenty of outdoor seating designed to maximize its patrons ability to take advantage of the great San Mateo weather while dining on some excellent mexican food. Two carne asada tacos with guac (and a cold Dos Equis) were all it took to establish Taqueria La Cumbre as a regular in my Peninsula taco rotation. Thank you Dougie!

Day 42: Pancho's

Ladies and gentlemen, today my eyes have been opened to the real secret to a great taco. The tortilla! Now, I am not saying that today's tacos were the best I have ever had. Nor am I saying that Pancho's tacos were bereft of any redeming qualities other than the tortillas (far from it). What I am saying is that the tortillas on my tacos today were absolutely sublime! Made on premisis, the corn-based circles were thick, and had a certain chewey goodness that I can't remember being privy to so far during my year or tacos. I would go so far as to say that I would eat the tortillas alone were it not for the fact that they must contain something else to be considered a taco. Maybe a tortilla in a tortilla? Brilliant! Thinking I had overreacted to my meal this afternoon, I brought my newly found tortilla appreciacion to a Pancho's afficianado friend of mine. Without revealing the effect the tortillas had had on me, I mentioned to Bobby P (who had lived a mere 2 blocks from the restaurant when he first moved to the city) that I had partaken of Pancho's tacos today. With no prompting on my part, his first comment about Pancho's was how much he enjoyed the tortillas! Sweet vindication! Vindication from what, I'm not sure, but that's what it felt like. In conclusion, I am truly amazed that a part of the taco that has been such a side note in my taco past so suddenly became such an integral component in what I look for in a really good taco during the course of but a single meal.

Day 41: Rico's

The first Halloween costume poll results are in. School girl and were-taco were the early favorites, but

Mr. T came on strong the last few days to win with an impressive 15 votes. These three top costumes, plus two new choices, will battle it out in poll number two over the next five days. Senor Salty is looking to all of you for guidance, so get you vote in! Next up: the daily taco. I was not feeling quite as adventurous this evening as I was yesterday (and I wasn't sure I could turn down a sixty ounce margarita two days in a row), so Rico's was, once again, the game time decision for todays tacos. With darkness falling earlier these days, and the sky looking very much like it would like nothing more than to rain on me, a quick trip around the block seemed like a much wiser course of action than a lengthy exploration to a more distant taco destination. Ten minutes was all it took to round up my two chile verde tacos (with guac, of coarse) and get back indoors to the comfort of my couch. Proximity, however, is never the sole factor in a decision to nourish myself at Ricos. My tacos today were not only convenient, but delicious as always. Having Rico's excellent Mexican food close by is going to be a huge factor in my completion of this magical year of tacos.

Day 40: Las Margaritas

In a surprising turn of events, I managed to make it past Rico's during halftime of Monday night football this evening. A few short blocks past my usual taco stop, situated in "The Cannery" of Fisherman's Warf, lies Las Margaritas. An authentic looking Mexican restaurant located in the most touristy part of the city, I wasn't sure what to expect as I followed the host to my seat.. I ordered the two taco plate (one beef and one chicken) which turned out to be very good. Accompanied by rice and beans, the shredded beef and chicken were deliciously juicy and spiced to perfection. Easily the best thing on the menu (which I did not take advantage of on this Monday night), the Super Margarita consisted of a fish bowl-sized glass filled with 60 ounces of marg in which there were allegedly 10 shots of tequila. The people at the table next to mine ordered the next size down 5 shot marg, and were noticeably a good amount of drunk by the time I had filled my belly.

Day 39: The Carne stall at the Gaslamp farmers market

Sunday morning after a long weekend in San Diego is always a less than pleasant experience for me. After a Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night out on the town, my body was in serious need of some serious taco nourishment to "right the ship." After I had thrown out numerous Mexican food restaurants as breakfast options, the Strategic Taco Undertakings Director (S.T.U.D. For short) decided it was the appropriate time to let me know there was a taco stall at the farmers market directly outside the front door of his building. My initial trepidation as I approached the make-shift taco kitchen (it advertized with a sign that simple said "Carne Asada") quickly transformed into giddiness as I saw the old Mexican lady masterfully concocting tacos with only a portable griddle and her fourty years of taco fabrication experience to rely on! Unbelievably good. The tortillas were perfectly chared on the griddle, and were smeared with just the right amount of guac to keep the delicious carne from escaping the confines of taco central. Onions and cilantro perfectly accented the already stupendous creations of this portable taco mecca.

Day 38: Alhambres

Tacos #1: 9:30 this morning began the search for the elusive breakfast taco. I've seen many a breakfast burrito, but never has a breakfast taco crossed my path. Enter Alhambres. This staple of the San Diego Mexican food scene has the most extensive breakfast menu of any south of the border fooderie that I have ever come across. I ordered something that involved two fried eggs, beans, and sauce on top of two corn tortillas. Surprisingly delicious. Tacos #2: Hello BBQ! The S.T.U.D. had a pack of four ribeye steaks in the fridge, so home made tacos were the appropriate answer to tonights dinner question. Seared on the grill, and then chopped into carne, the steaks melded perfectly with the avocado crema and fresh salsa I had whipped up. With Beck and Bo along for the meal (Beck in a Senor Salty tank), The Daily Taco enjoyed a great Saturday night meal. Tacos #3: To everyone who voted against the official Choco Taco, you should be happy to see The Daily Taco desert tacos I came up with this evening! A corn tortilla, fried in butter, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, filled with vanilla ice cream, and topped with magic shell. It definitely fits the taco definition while still sticking to its desert roots. In your face desert taco non-belivers!

Day 37: The Rockin' Baja Lobster

After a spectacular comment by the taco eating voyeur on yesterdays post, the staff at thedailytaco.com has expanded the site to include a "commenter of the week section." If said voyeur will reveal his or her true identity and e-mail Senor Salty a picture, he or she will be properly enshrined in all of their taco eating watching glory. Now the tacos. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon in San Diego, and my search for tacos in the Gas lamp district was a delightfully easy one. With numerous mexican restaurants to choose from, the Strategic Taco Undertakings Director and I finally settled on The Rockin' Baja Lobster for our lunching needs. This marvelous bastion of Mexican seafood came through with three fish tacos "San Felipe style" served with rice, beans, and access to an all you can eat cesar salad bar. Crispy battered fried fish in tender tortillas with a slice of avocado and cilantro lime crema brought back fond memories of a college trip to that magical little fishing village. Ah, old Mexico. Fried fish tacos straight off the cart doused in crema warmed by approximately twelve hours baking in the sun. The Rockin' Baja Lobster came close to this pinnacle of the fish taco, and for that I must tip my hat in its general direction.

Day 36: The Car Wash

Senior Salty apparrell is in the works! The first prototypes have been procured, and numerous Daily Taco clothing items should be available to the gereral public within the week! Start saving your pennies Senor Salty Faithful. Now, on to todays tacos. As tends to occassionally happen in my line of work, a Thursday that looked fairly easy on Tuesday turned extremely busy on Wednesday afternoon. Couple that with a 3:30 flight to San Diego today for a weekend of strategery with the Strategic Taco Undertakings Director, and there was not a whole lot of free time during the day to accomodate my search for tacos. Thankfully, my first case of the day was at SFGH, which happens to be in close proximity to El Balazo. With a scant 30 minutes to get myself from "The General" to Seton for my second.case, time would be of the essence if I was going to fulfill my daily taco requirement and not be tardy. A quick stop by the car wash was my only hope. Arriving at 11:48 (just before the lunch rush), I was blessed with no line and two great carne asada tacos. I wolfed them down in a grand total of 4 bites and 4 minutes, arriving at Seton with a good 2 American minutes to spare. Today turned out to be a very good day.......for tacos!

Day 35: El Ranchito

Last weeks trip to the El Norteno truck taco truck brought back many fond memories of the tacos I used to feast on during trips to Tijuana during College. In spite of my fondness for the bean, guac, and cheese (amongst many other food stuffs) additions found in many of the tacos seen in the U.S., the authentic Mexican taco, composed of small tortillas filled simply with meat, onions, and cilantro, will always have a special place in my heart. As I drove down El Camino in Millbrae today, I was taken aback as I sped past what looked like a taco truck parked along the sidewalk in front of St. Dunstan's Church! I have spent a lot of time in Millbrae, yet never before had I seen one of these marvelous mobile distributors of Mexican fare along my usual routes. A quick trip around the block and I was parked behind this wonderful restaurant on wheels. Three Pollo tacos (for one american dollar each) arrived on a styrofoam plate covered with foil. As I peeled back the shiny covering, the pungent, spicy aroma made my mouth water. Six delicious bites later my taco craving had been satiated.

Day 34: Victor's

Upon leaving my house this morning, I decided that, in light of the 70 degree weather, a cruise down the scenic Embarcadero would be the most appropriate path for reaching the freeway. As I drove by the Ferry Building I caught sight of Pancho Villa's waterfront location, and my stomach immediately started to growl as thoughts of tasty tacos began dancing through my head. Alas, it was only 9:30am, and Pancho doesn't start serving till 11! What was a taco fanatic to do? As I continued my drive along the water towards Pac Bell Park, my mind raced to solve the dilemma of where to get tacos at this early hour. Just as I was about to accept defeat and resign myself to another breakfast at Jack in the Box, I remembered that Victor's taqueria was only two short blocks away. I had driven by Victor's many times on my way through Mission Bay, but had never stopped to partake of their food. Would it be open, or would my last ditch effort to find breakfast tacos fall short of success? In what was to be a spectacular turn of events, I spied a brilliantly illuminated "Open" sign hanging in Victor's front window as I pulled into a parking spot across the street. Breakfast tacos would finally be mine this glorious October morning! Grilled chicken with black beans and guacamole were the choice today. They arrived piping hot, accompanied with deliciously crunchy chips to scoop up any fillings that may try to escape the fragrant CORN tortillas. I was in breakfast heaven!

Day 33: El Zoro

Senior Salty has decided to dress up for the month of October in preparation for Halloween. He is planning to change his look to reflect whichever costume has received the most votes in the poll (which will reset every 5 days), so if you don't like his outfit, or just want a change of pace, make sure you log on and make yourself heard. Now on to todays tacos. I think today was officially the first time I have set foot in El Zoro before 2am. Situated on the corner of Columbus and Broadway, this late night staple of North Beach party-goers really doesn't come alive till the numerous, numerous bars in the area have kicked out their many patrons after the dreaded "Last Call." After a quick stop by the bank, I decided it would be well worth the extra two block walk down Columbus to see if El Zoro's food would be as delicious in the afternoon as it is after a few "adult beverages." Two super carnitas tacos seemed like the perfect way to test the waters of El Zoro's food. As you can probably guess by looking at the picture, I was not fully prepared for what was delivered to my table. A pair of small tortillas overflowing with black beans, carnitas, lettuce, sauce, and topped with a giant slice of tomato. A fork and knife were sticking out of the tomatos, which was good because these were some extremely messy tacos! Messy but extremely delicious as well. The carnitas was tender, and the tomatos added a juicy touch that I found very refreshing. After todays meal, I can confidently say that El Zoro is just as good sober on a Monday as it is in the early morning on a Saturday.