Food Digest

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.

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.

A buddy of mine in my new neighborhood has been raving about the tacos at Los Potrillos, so I figured I’d give them a shot. Boy was he right.

Los Potrillos is a little Mexican grocery store, and they have a taco counter off to one side. They make the tortillas fresh. I wish I’d have taken a photo of the machine conveyor belt that rolls them out and slices them into circles. I had two steak tacos. Not quite La Pasadita good, but damn close.

Hardshell taco night! Grilled up the remaining leftover chicken from our recent run to Mr. Pollo. The Missus put together an amazing spread, complete with diced onions and tomatoes, lettuce, refried beans, grilled yellow and green peppers and a cup of sour cream.

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.