Go. If you don't want an average taco, go. If you want queso that makes all other quesos jealous, go. If you want the greenest guac that makes you question what green is really supposed to look like, go! If you want fresh margaritas that taste like a shirtless Juan squeezed those limes into a salt rimmed glass with all of his mighty abs under the hot Mexican sun, you know what to do. GO!
I'll probably already be there eating my emotions because I can't find the Juan love of my life.