April 28th, 2012

Some good friends of ours in Evanston organized a dinner party, including us and two other couples.

It started with a short-but-to-the-point tour of the FEW distillery, which included a sampling of five spirits. That put the eight of us in a good mood when we returned to the host’s house for a taco fiesta. I had three tacos — one with ground beef (that was probably meant for the children at the kids table) and two with the pulled pork. Slow-cooked, and with a spicy pepper sauce drizzled on top. Delicious.

Some homemade guacamole made by one of the guests was noteworthy in its awesomeness and was almost completely eaten before dinner was served.

The Missus made a peach pie, with a little bourbon in the sauce, for dessert. When one of the ladies at the party spooned out a dab of Cool Whip onto my slice, I called her “The Trollop with the Dollop,” which was not well received. And I wonder why I don’t get invited to more parties in mixed company…

April 18th, 2012

Chicken taco night!

I returned from an unusually hectic day to find the Missus had created this majestic spread — rice, beans, sauteed chicken, guacamole and a platter of fixins. Stuffed myself silly and couldn’t be happier about it.

April 9th, 2012

This is an embarrassing one. I actually fired up my iPhone maps app to find a Chipotle. Weird, I know. It’s usually the kind of place that I stumble upon and think, “Oh, I guess that’d be something I could eat right now.” Not exactly a destination restaurant.

But I was in the odd mood for hardshell tacos. I actually searched Yelp for places I could get tacos in Wilmette, where I knew my mouth would be around dinner time (since I was working late). But — surprise — there weren’t many options. So I found the closest Chipotle in Skokie.

Ordered the chicken hardshell tacos, with pico de gallo, corn salsa, cheese, sour cream and lettuce. Was it worth the effort? Did it satisfy my taco-craving? Not really. But it didn’t give me diarrhea, so that’s a definite plus.

January 25th, 2012
December 16th, 2011

I wasn’t hungry, but I ate. Two chicken tacos from Los Potrillos, the taco stand in the little neighborhood Mexican grocery. Shoulda gone steak. Or a milanesa torta. There’s always next time.

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.

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