Allow me to explain the complete lack of activity since… well, I don’t even want to look because I will grow sad, and all those years under Quine have left me unable to channel that kind of emotion into something that will convince you that flower-slapping is the only appropriate response to me.
The central problem [...]

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Last Sunday I left the cool comfort of the Fog Belt, looking for an acceptable approximation of a chilango Taco Al Pastor in the famously “Mexican” Mission district. I started at El Castillito (2092 Mission St.), which has a decorative pit from which no meat shall escape. The meat is closer to cochinita [...]

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…but calling it ‘asada’ when it hasn’t seen a flame may be.
It appears that someone in LA is trying to put your tax dollars to good use by curbing assaults on the Spanish language.
OK, putting the pedantry aside for a second… if they come for the taco trucks, and I do not speak up, there [...]

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This weekend I had a fine meal in Saratoga at The Plumed Horse (and I had a fine chuckle at the sight of white foam scum on my plate) and drank quite a bit of expensive-tasting wine, but the sensory experience I won’t forget soon is the taste of the tacos al pastor at [...]

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I can’t believe some asshole took Mexcellent.com and wants 700 dollars for it.

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