Don't get us started on Mexican in L.A...
I used to drool for Carrillo's, a carniceria in San Fernando. You would go in for a burrito and hear the women in the back clapping their hands together making the masa tortillas by hand. The flour tortillas were so fresh that they had an elasticity to them. They would pull as you bit into them. Epically sized carnitas burrito with fresh pico de gallo and guacamole. Salsas to die for.
There used to be a lot of great taquerias around York and Figueroa (Highland Park?). Great "Giddy Food" for after a night of partying. Some of the trucks have been parking in the same place for decades, and shell out the best lengua (tongue) tacos I've ever had. I would typically do eight or ten of those, and another five or six al pastor tacos. Total endorphin rush at 2:30AM.
I used to drool for Carrillo's, a carniceria in San Fernando. You would go in for a burrito and hear the women in the back clapping their hands together making the masa tortillas by hand. The flour tortillas were so fresh that they had an elasticity to them. They would pull as you bit into them. Epically sized carnitas burrito with fresh pico de gallo and guacamole. Salsas to die for.
There used to be a lot of great taquerias around York and Figueroa (Highland Park?). Great "Giddy Food" for after a night of partying. Some of the trucks have been parking in the same place for decades, and shell out the best lengua (tongue) tacos I've ever had. I would typically do eight or ten of those, and another five or six al pastor tacos. Total endorphin rush at 2:30AM.