a story of gastronomical proportions
i know, i know, you’re probably saying “mexican food again???” but hell, this ain’t no taco bell, dammit. this is the real deal. and once you’ve had real, you’ll never go back to that ‘tex-mex’ shit. case in point: taqueria guadalajara on E. 14th (really, don’t be afraid, its when you start heading into oakland that this road starts to become sketch) in san leandro, ca. i concur, that the tacos taste just like the one’s in guadalajara, mexico, right outside the casa herradura tequila factory estate, at 6am in the morning, next to armed guards holding heckler & koch g1 assault rifles (but they were cool).
