After hearing Jack Silverman ramble--and reading this effusive blog post from Ridley--I knew it was only a matter of time before I would find myself standing in front of the counter at Taqueria San Luis, the hole-in-the-wall (literally; the place is just a window) on Harding.
There was no chicken on the menu (and they were out of al pastor), so it took me a minute or so to decide. I settled on one carnitas, one carne asade and one tongue--part of my recent initiative to be more adventurous when it comes to cuts of meat. (Thank you Travel Channel, only recently available in HD.)
The tacos were perfect. The meat was tender, the tortillas were hot and perfectly chewy, and the grilled onions offered a welcome hint of sweetness. There was also, of course, the obligatory--and necessary--smattering of cilantro and chopped onions.
But, when I venture back (which I will, soon), I might be going for the sauce. There was this bottle of green magic--a slightly creamy hot sauce with an explosive burst of heat and a delicious acidic twang. Shit was dope. Like drugs. I couldn't get enough.
And, as if the day couldn't get any better, Silverman directed me to the attached market where I was able to pick up a whole smoked chicken (served with beans, salsa verde, tortillas and grilled onions) for a little over 10 bucks. My LOST season finale/American Idol viewing session just got a whole lot more exciting. (In fact, the only thing that could possibly make it more exciting is if America finally puts the "Go" in Gokey; dude is a douche. By the time this post goes up, we'll know for sure... RIP Allison.)