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.
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