I had a little bit of time to kill while my glasses were being repaired and I needed to use a bathroom. Thankfully, Taqueria Santa Fe was two doors down. (I figured out a ridiculous stop gap measure for the hour or two that I wouldn’t have my glasses. It was so desperately stop gap that I wouldn’t have felt comfortable for any longer than I absolutely needed.)
Initially, my plan was to nurse a beer or two. But the food smelled really good. And i knew I was going to be drinking a bit. So it was a prudent choice to put some food into my stomach.
You can’t go wrong with simple and very delicious carnitas tacos. In an ideal world, I’d have carnitas tacos and brisket every single day, provided that i didn’t die of a heart attack first.
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