After a miserable Sunday of travelling (can you say 2 and a half hour fog delay on my 50 minute flight from LAX to SFO), I finally arrived back home in North Beach. After parking and dragging my mostly lifeless carcass upstairs to the couch, I realized I hadn't eaten since a quick burger at the airport around noon. I needed tacos ASAP, and Rico's was the closest (and always a tasty) option. Grilled chicken had hit the spot last night in L.A. so I figured I would continue along the pollo path today as well. Wow! They sure hit the spot. Tacos at 6. Asleep by 8. I couldn't have asked for a better end to my weekend.
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