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.