May 11th, 2012

This looks pretty disgusting — and don’t get me wrong, it didn’t taste much different than it looks — but it was a very sweet meal.

I got stuck in traffic heading back to town from the north ‘burbs at the tail end of rush hour. I was headed to the school where the Missus teaches, to watch her students in their annual talent show. She’d promised me pizza if I got there in time. Well, it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen. I got there right as the show started, and the Missus met me outside the auditorium door with a greasy brown bag with a steak torta from La Pasadita in it.

All her co-teachers had snarfed down the pizza, and she knew I’d be hungry, so she went to the local taqueria and got this and a can of Coke for me, which I ate in a classroom while sitting on one of those tiny chairs kindergartners sit on. (I should have gotten a photo of that. I’m sure I looked awesome.)

Well, anyway, the torta was extremely soggified and cold after sitting in the bag for an hour. I was hungry, though, so I ate it anyway. And gave the Missus a kiss (when her students weren’t looking) to thank her for being so thoughtful.

November 21st, 2011

I was on the train headed home after a long day at the office when my phone rang and the Missus offered to meet me at La Pasadita, if only I could get off at the Division Street stop. I happened to be one stop away. Perfect timing. This place used to be my favorite steak taco in town, but the quality has certainly slipped. It’s not terrible. It’s just not the best. But the pico de gallo, on the other hand, is a different story. I used to rave about it. No longer. It’s not even mediocre anymore. It’s just bad.

September 29th, 2011

You sneaky bastards. The Missus and I were driving by, saw the familiar La Pasadita sign and decided to stop in for tacos. As we walked through the door, we realized something very important. This wasn’t La Pasadita. Whoever owns this little taco shack apparently had a sign, covered up the ‘s’ and the ‘d’ and started a restaurant called La Palapita. Even though we felt tricked, we decided to give it a try. Steak tacos are not nearly as good as La Pasadita, but they did the trick. 

July 24th, 2011

Caught a late lunch with the Missus at my favorite tacqueria in town — La Pasadita. Got two steak tacos, which are heavenly. Also noticed they had a special — ground beef tacos in a hardshell. Figured I’d give on a shot. Not too bad, but nothing compares to the soft tacos here. Also — their pico de gallo is the best I’ve ever had. Too bad the chips are always stale…

March 11th, 2011

La Pasadita, Chicago, Ill.

The Missus was performing tonight in a comedy show/game show at a popular Chicago nightclub, and afterward we grabbed dinner at La Pasadita.

This place has THE BEST steak tacos in the city. Bar none. But for some reason, inexplicable maybe, I ordered the chicken torta.

It was good. But I should have ordered tacos. Strange — especially for me — I wasn’t in the mood for super-greasy food.

Am I in the Twilight Zone? I never thought I would feel this way.

Also, La Pasadita usually has my favorite pico de gallo, but tonight it was kinda gross. I think it’d been sitting around in a refrigerator for a while. The tomatoes were mushy and plastic-tasting.

July 29th, 2010

La Pasadita, Chicago, Ill.

It’s kind of a bummer when a restaurant fails to live up to your recommendation.

I took my brother and parents, who are in town for the wedding, to La Pasadita, my hands-down favorite steak taco joint in town.

At least it used to be.

What’s neat about this place is that they have three locations (wait for it…) — on the same block! Yup. Each one has a different specialty. My favorite is the one at 1140 N. Ashland Ave. (as opposed to the ones at 1132 and 1141 N. Ashland Ave.)

My parents were not impressed. And, frankly, neither was I. The meat was a little fatty/gristly. Normally it’s perfect. The guy in the kitchen kept turning the music up, which was great except that a speaker was conveniently above our table, making discussion nearly impossible. The waitress couldn’t have cared less about us — didn’t bring the beans we ordered, our Cokes were lukewarm and when I asked for some limes (which should be considered standard for an authentic taco) she slammed a bowl of them onto the table without a word as she walked by. Oh, and I’m pretty sure they microwaved the tortillas, which stuck to the wrapper in a moist, clumpy mess.

Hopefully dinner will go a little better.

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