Tonight, the E.P. and I headed deep into the Richmond with our buddy "The Finger" to explore this distant part of the city's Mexican option. With most of their supplies stored in the dimly lit dining room, and the same chairs as the E.P.'s parents had in their kitchen when we were kids (yet missing the matching wooden table that currently resides in our living room), this restaurant has one of the more interesting ambiances I have yet experienced. Regardless of the eating conditions, the tacos were surprisingly good, and I could see why there was a constant line of take out customers the entire time we were enjoying our food.
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Aside from the oddly active nature of the neighborhood, there were people hanging out on the sidewalk at cafe's with almost a Parisan feel for the outer Richmond where I would expect a dense, miserable fog to be enveolping everything and keeping the residents ensconsed in their abodes. One word decription is all that was neccessary for the taco's at this odd establishment on the outer edges of our city: Dirty.
And for those that are looking for a better critique of the taqueria, they do not offer beer, wine or margie's.
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