I'm not gonna lie to you guys, I was hammered when I had this meal. I blame the combination of cheap booze and being excited about being in a new country. So here's the story....
It was about 2am and we were hungry. I entrusted my friend with $20 and told him to buy tacos while I ran to the beach to pee. I return a few minutes later (my leopard print moccasins full of sand) to find no tacos and my friend chatting to a questionable young lady. He then has the nerve to simply give me my $20 back and leave! How dare he!?!
So now I'm stuck at the back of the line, sandy moccasins and no tacos. Fortunately the line moved quickly and after a confusing conversation with the guy, my order was placed. I should note that the confusion was primarily due to slurring and an accent, not laziness on their part.
From what I recall the tacos came quickly and were fabulous. Even discounting the fact that I would have enjoyed dirt at that pint in time, I still think they were amazing.
You know what? I'll go back this week and get some sober, then review again.
Wish me luck.
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