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| - Have you have been B-Slapped by a taco? No? Then you haven't got down at Tacos El Gordo. There is no way in hell a So Calian would ever roll east on Charleston, look at that tiny beat down location, and say "oh yeah, I've got to stop here." Not gunna happen.
Thanks to Yelp, we got the inside scoop. There's only one mission you should have - open the door, walk in 5 steps to the inverted meat cone of spicy pork, and ask for quatro tacos while you point to the hanging pineapple being devoured by crimson death delight. You will require nothing else.
Almost no one spoke English, which was friggin awesome. I knew, right away, I was in the right place. Ask to try the meat, and as their machete carves slivers of pig that had been dipped in love, rolled through crack, and gently slapped on the a$$, you'll find yourself slurping back an eighteen inch string of drool. Go ahead, and try it. You'll be licking the little Styrofoam saucer, looking like you've never set foot in a Mexican restaurant before. Tongue hits juicy goodness, eyes open wide, and you look to your bro on the left and silently mouth "WTF?!"
Those tacos are just stupid. Who ever created that spicy pork taco should be dubbed King of Anything the Looks Like a Taco.
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