Is it weird that I firmly believe that “tacos” is the most important word in the English language? It’s a complete sentence, a lifestyle, and my primary motivation for waking up before noon on a Saturday.
I’ve spent months braving long lines and questionable parking situations just to find the hidden gems that keep locals whispering in hushed, reverent tones.
Why do we obsess over these handheld miracles? Because when a tortilla is crafted perfectly, it has the power to fix a bad day, a bad haircut, and potentially even a bad economy…