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I love mexican food. In fact, in my past life I was probably a member of the Tortilla Eating Journals. Even with all of the recent changes to my eating habits, one thing that I have not been able to give up is Mexican Food, and chances are, I probably never will.

Back home, there’s this place called Javier’s which I grew up on - we used to go once a week. I remember losing one of my last baby teeth on one of those tacos. When I moved to LA, I was afraid that I would never find a worthy substitute.

Lo and behold, a few years ago some friends introduced me to a place called Paco’s Tacos. OH. MY. GOD. The food is incredible! The salsa and chips are incredible! (and in fact, that mexican restaurant scene in Jerry Maguire? It was shot there) I still go about once a week and have gone three nights in a row before. Oscar, Paco’s son who works there, is a flirtatious and friendly man, always trying to remember your name. He tries so hard to remember “Tienshiao” - its a good thing he thinks my name is “Lisa” (my name is typically too complicated for these food places, so I use my sister’s name; in irony, my sister doesn’t use her name in food places because she complains its too common). To boot, they give the Spi-C Mints at the end, which are my absolute favorite!! My regular items? Guacamole, Abondigas Soup (no meatballs), flour tortillas, beef tacos no cheese, and of course, there’s no better way to stress eat than Chips and Salsa with beans.

Unfortunately last night, God was trying to send me a message not to eat there - and for the first time in all the years eating there, I got sick. Bleah. I do still recommend eating there