It was getting late. I ousted a good yawn and my eyes got watery. My hands moved toward my face when my friend stopped me.. "what are you crazy! you can't rub your eyes in this place.." That's the feeling you get at Tacos Mexico. So yeah, this place would be an average tasty taqueria... If I were blind and deaf. If I couldn't see the homeless crackhead staring at me from outside (closely) as I was eating my meal. Or if I didn't have to acknowledge the three hobos hitting me up for change as I walked out. Or if there wasn't a flattened, month old pigeon (??) carcass on the drive-through pavement. Or if I could ignore the "pregnant" lady who needed money to buy food for her family but refused when I offered to just let me just buy food for her right then and there. Or if I couldn't see the security-barred windows and double doors I had to penetrate. Or... well you get the point. There were only two highlights. The homeless black artist who drew a fairly decent picture of two of my friends as they ate their meal (he ended up being a real cool guy) that and the orange-ish hot salsa which was seriously good and hot. Again, the food is actually alright, but again (and again and again), the whole experience was bad. It did make for a GREAT memory, however, for all the wrong reasons. When we got back into our car, secured the children, and shut the doors. It was a one of those moments you belt out a sigh of relief and share a good long laugh. TACOS MEXICO!!!!