Day 141: Taqueria San Jose

Friday, my Grandfathers turned an amazing 92 years old (must be the tacos)! After a long first day back at work after my Boston excursion, I was left with a scant half hour to grab a taco and make it across the city for a birthday dinner celebration with my family. On my way to Bay street (the easiest way from mi casa to the sunset), I happened upon a parking space directly in front of Taqueria San Jose (thank you taco gods). With little time to spare, I sprinted inside to grab a taco to go for the ride to the West side. As I drove away, I opened the container containing my south of the border snack and was confronted with what appeared to be a sea of guac and sour cream. I poked around until I discovered some beans and a tortilla beneath the ocean of condiments, but was forced to pull to the side of the road before I could even attempt to eat this massive compilation of taco ingredients. After making an enormous mess of myself (thankfully my taco came accompanied with a bountiful supply of napkins), I continued on my way to dinner content to know another daily taco was in the books.