rev:text
| - I came here with a date one warm September afternoon to grab some authentic Mexican fare in Kensington. After a false start (we went to the old location), we made our way up the stairs in the larger-than-expected-but-with-not-much-seating diner.
It was a pleasant day, so after placing our order, we decided to take a seat on the patio out front. As we waited, a freshly-married Spanish couple showed up to have pictures taken on their front steps (did they share their first tostada here or something?), some apartment dwellers moved a shitload of furniture up the adjacent steps, a staff member smashed A LOT of glass on the front steps. I guess what I'm saying is: it was taking a long time.
When I got up to check, there were the tacos sitting on the counter. "I didn't know where you had gone," the girl behind the counter replied. Whatever. I grabbed some jarritos and headed back out. The tacos were getting cold but damnit, they were good. My chorizo was almost as good as some that I have had in California, and the hot sauce it was served with was awesome. I'd come back, and just make sure to impress to the staff that we aren't going far.
Obligatory Title Pun: See you LA-TOR alligator.
Menu Readability: Bright clashing colours in a sign above the counter.
Need to mention: This place has the worst website I have ever seen. Don't dare visit it.
What this place teaches me about myself: I've heard of dine and dash, but order and dash?
|