I don't remember what I ordered but it was stacked high and falling out. A bunch of stuff stacked in a haphazard, vertical, meaty goodness. It wore bacon for a belt. Yummay.
I plan to be back. I've only been here once, and I swear I died and I had gone to heaven.
Good thing that if I had died, I'm glad that I'm near the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine, one of the finest medical institutions in the nation - next to UCSD (but, I'm a bit of a homer).
That said, San Diego is to Mexican food (carne asada anything), as Pittsburgh is to Primanti Brothers. Is there a correlation between good food and medical miracles, YES.
Oy vey.