A Burrito can Make Everything Better

Soooo I cut all my hair off.  There was a tragic keratin treatment involved and a good amount of my hair took a leave of absence, I’m now trying my best to rock a pixie cut. I rationally know the whole world isn’t staring at me wondering what I’ve done to myself (I’ve actually have received a high number of compliments in fact) but I still feel like Justin Bieber so I need comfort food- MEXICAN-and I need it to go.

Los Tacos at 7954 Santa Monica Blvd  in West Hollywood is one of my all time favorite spots in LA. Let me start out by saying that coming from the Land of Enchantment AKA New Mexico I, like my fellow New Mexican transplants, can get a little snooty about Californian Mexican food.  This place I can find no fault and it has never, never disappointed me, they're also open 24 hours which is awesome for obvious reasons. All you need to do is bring cash and dodge at least one meth head in the parking lot asking for spare change.

To do Los Tacos right I feel strongly that you really should be going with beef of some sort or pork. This day I went for the champion… the carnita burrito wet with half red half green sauce (in NM we call that “Christmas style”) and chips and salsa.

I can’t go there and just commit to one single salsa, oh no! I must get all three. The hottest is really just roasted dried chilies, my guess is a combination of New Mexican chile, ironically, dried Anaheim chilies and garlic. The green salsa is tomatillo based with jalapeños and the mild one is tomato based with jalapeños.  I also can’t say no to some  Zanahorias Y Ajo En Escabeche. I all honesty there are few things picked in this world I’d say no to.

This carnita burrito takes me back to a land I love, Mexico. It reminds me of spring breaks in Rosarito with all my Alpha Phi sisters getting into trouble. We were such whoree dorks! We actually came up with a game called “Lipstick All Over Your Face” and it went something like this: Dancing and drinking at Papa’s and Beer, let's say I spot a Hot Guy, then one of my friends would initiate the challenge by calling out, “Lipstick All Over Your Face” him! I would faux-bashfully say no then of course give in, apply a fresh layer of brightly covered lipstick, walk over to the unsuspecting Hot Guy and just start making out with him. Upon completion I abruptly turn to walk away then dramatically turn my head to him and say, “Oh by the way you have lipstick all over your face” and then return to the hoots and squawks of my Alpha Phi sisters. Ah college!  The salsa reminds me of sitting on the beach at The Office in Cabo San Lucas with my juicehead love of my 20’s, Mike who like a sissy only drank frozen strawberry margaritas. So basically Los Tacos, thank you for the big hug and for thinking my hair looks cute.