White people who don’t really know me very well like to introduce me to people they know who claim to be from Mexico City. In general, white people don’t understand that the only people who hate Mexicans more than the KKK are other Mexicans.
Most of these meets-n-greet turn into meets-n-who-the-fuck-is-this-asshole shortly after I ask [...]

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No, I did not leave Mexico City without eating tacos al pastor. Yes, I will disappoint you by confessing that my favorite ones in this massive metropolitan area are the best known. (My sister, whose boyfriend exported a trompo to Puerto Rico a few months ago, is feeling shamed as I type this sentence [...]

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If you’re an American citizen in Mexico and somebody stabs you and takes your passport… cheer up, chirpy! You have an excuse to visit the Embassy, which is conveniently located just a couple of blocks away from El Caminero (opposite the corner of Rio Lerma and Rio Poo—don’t let this be an omen).
Hopefully the [...]

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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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Notice there are no signs for fucking burritos.
(La Gallinita) 2989 24th St., SF. Unfortunately, only open Fridays 5PM-11PM, Saturdays 9AM-11PM. Sundays 9AM-6PM.

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