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| - It's amazing what measures I will go to, just for a TACO. I saw Las Palmas on the drive-by. Then I made an escape and while my henchbrethren waited, peering into the shadows from the safety of their car, I snagged a taco. Ah-hah!
I picked out the most colorful meat and said, my mouth full of drool, "THAT one." It was a white meat, with an assortment of red and green vegetables and some string. CHEESE. I asked him what it was and he said, "È__?ç___ã__," except more fluently and with more syllables. I couldn't understand it either. It turned out to simply be Chicken Fajita. At least that's what Customer A said.
The store is inside. Much goods there. Plus the salsas. Clustered around the salsa bar, were Customers A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J... You get the picture. There were a lot of women flocking to the taco stand.
And did the taco/fajita taste good? Absolutely. Best tacos in Pittsburgh I'm sure. I only wished that it wasn't my second brunch of the day so I could have tried more.
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