Before I left on vacation, a friend of mine asked what I planned to do after the cupcakes were done. I had two responses: eat Mexican food until it comes out my ears, and drink my weight in American craft beers.
While I may not have accomplished either if these goals in a literal sense, I certainly satisfied both cravings in a big way. The first was largely thanks to Cactus. Upon touching down in Los Angeles, my friend Courtney informed me that there was a really good taco stand just around the corner from her house in Koreatown. Hooray! Nick and I planned to take full advantage.
First thing the next morning Nick was up early and out the door. He came back with two tacos – carnitas and al pastor – and a big cup of coffee. We happily devoured our breakfast, after which we cleaned ourselves up and headed straight back to Cactus for lunch.
I ordered a carne asada burrito, which was much bigger than it looked when it was all wrapped up in foil. I ate as much as I could, but was unable to finish. Just means I get a snack later on. Nick went for the chile relleno platter. He’s on a lifelong quest for the perfect chile relleno (other lifelong quests include best biscuits and gravy and ideal bloody mary) and he reckons that this one rivals his previous top contender:one eaten at a hole-in-the-wall in Juarez, Mexico a decade ago. We washed it down with (what else?) a bottle of Mexican Coke.
After lunch we hopped on a train headed inland to see my family. Somehow, we ended up going out to Mexican for dinner that night, making that three Mexican meals in one day. Not that I am complaining at all. Pork tacos for breakfast, beef burrito for lunch, and grilled fish tacos for dinner? I just wish I could do it again tomorrow.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.