California has a way of planting cravings in your brain that refuse to leave, and apparently, it starts with tacos.
I pulled up to this unassuming drive-in and one bite later, I understood why. The tortillas were warm and just soft enough to fold without breaking, the fillings packed that perfect balance of fresh and bold, and the flavors stuck with me longer than my GPS directions.
There’s something about eating tacos under a California sun, windows down, music low, that makes you feel like the state invented happiness. And honestly, maybe it did…