Lately I haven’t been feeling well. I think it’s the change of the seasons, or a cold, or allergies. No matter what the cause, all symptoms can usually be cured by a nap and some tacos, which is exactly how I self-medicated today.
I have been a little at a loss about where to get some good tacos in this city, so I’ve been asking around. The chick I got my haircut from last week suggested Little Tijuana, about a block away from where I work, because they are open until 3a.m. and serve a set of 10 delicious mini tacos. Aside from Mexican fare, they also had a ton of other stuff on the menu, including a wide selection of burgers which I will definitely have to go back for.
We decided to bypass the late-night crowd and go during the afternoon, rather than stuff ourselves with tasty treats and then get into bed.
I’ve got to say, that of all the taco places I’ve been to in Minneapolis, this one had the best atmosphere. Everyone who worked there was lovely, they had paper on all of the tables, and little bowls of crayons for extra entertainment, and the decor was really fun. But, like a jerk, I didn’t take any photos of the decor. I’ve got tunnel vision for tacos, what do you want?
The 10 mini chicken tacos that I had heard tale of were actually on the appetizer list, which was pretty awesome because I was able to order two separate dishes made of tacos without having ordered two entrees.
To start us with (before the appetizers) we were offered chips and salsa, with the option of having our chips fried or dry. Because we had no idea what the difference was, we ordered fried. As it turns out, with the fried chips, they take regular chips and put them into the fryer to heat them up, and make them extra crispy. They were a guilty pleasure, because although they were delicious, there was a ton of oil on them. So much in fact, that Little Tijuana’s super tasty salsa wouldn’t even stick to the chips, instead it would just slide off the chips, once dipped, and never made it to my mouth!
The mini tacos were really tasty. I had explained to our waitress that I would be taking some photos because I was from a taco blog (which I had never done before, but made me feel really official), and when our 10 delicious mini chicken tacos came out, so did the owner to explain that the mini tacos came frozen and were fried in oil (as if that would make them less delicious). They were awesome.

By the time my regular tacos came, I was actually pretty full, but I had ordered quite an array of taco types, so I had to endure.
Instead of getting three of one type of taco, I decided to get a sampling of a few different kinds. So, I ordered shredded pork, beef, and fish, all on soft corn tortillas.
I wish I could be super enthusiastic about the tacos. The tortillas were dripping in oil for some reason, each taco was overloaded with iceberg lettuce, bagged shredded cheese, and sliced tomatoes, so unfortunately they all tasted the same.
Out of those three tacos, the fish was by far the best. I’m not sure what sort of fish they use, but the flavor worked well with the simple toppings. The ground beef was my least favorite, because it didn’t have any flavor at all.
I ate the pork last, and although the pork was super juicy and seemed to be in a red sauce, it didn’t taste like anything.
Let me be clear, though. I’m hesitant to give this place a bad review, because when going out to get food, the food is only part of what you’re getting (I know that sounds really silly). The atmosphere was so great, and the food was so greasy, that if it were 2:30 in the morning, and I was drunk as hell, the tacos would probably be the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. But, because it was the afternoon, and I wasn’t feeling well I was just left with a runny nose, and hands that smell like Canola oil.
Little Tijuana can be found at : 17 East 26th St.
Minneapolis, MN 55404

Midtown New York is terrible as far as getting a good taco goes. If the Northeast in general is a taco wasteland than Midtown is it’s epicenter. There’s a glut of Chipotles, Qdobas and Baja Freshes which are fine if I’m looking for something quick and gigantic and fake tasting (which I sometimes am) and there’s some Tortilla Express type hole-in-the-wall type places whose signs make me sick just to look at. But there is nowhere to get a decent taco. Until El Rey Del Sabor (The King of Flavor). Although, they should be called De Luz De Mi Vida (Light of my Life).

(Picture from Midtown Lunch)

For $5 dollars I can get two filling, delicious, real?(I hate the word authentic but I can’t think of anything better) tacos. I mean look at these things (ignore the shitty camera phone pic and see through to the awesomeness)

The thing to get is the al pastor tacos because it’s cool and not on the menu. But also because it’s really freakin tasty. A combination of spicy pork, pineapple and cilantro that’s the perfect balance of savory, hot and sweet. The only thing I feel like I have to say is that the pork was a little tough. But hey, it’s from a cart and it’s 2.50 a taco and honestly, if I have to choose between overcooked and undercooked in my street meat food then I’m gonna have to lean on the side of toughness.

This cart also serves tongue tacos which is another cool thing to get because it’s “dangerous” or something. So maybe I’ll try those next time. But if you’re in midtown and you need tacos, there’s really no other place you should be going.

Oh and here’s something I don’t think we’ve done before. An address:

43rd & 6th (my location)
New York, NY

49th & 3rd
New York, NY

60th & 3rd
New York, NY

It was the perfect day off. It was the kind of day where the sun was shining, and someone suggested getting drinks in the early afternoon. The sort of day where you find yourself half in the bag at 1:30 in the afternoon, and the next obvious decision is to go get tacos and margaritas.
Absolutely wonderful.
This time, I didn’t have to walk further than a few blocks, to Pancho Villa, right on Nicollet, a street which is affectionately referred to as “Eat Street” here in Minneapolis. Nicollet is a long drag that stretches from the tip of downtown all the way down to Old Shakopee Road. It is almost a hundred blocks long, and half of that is either pedestrian mall, or a stones throw to the most delicious delectables that Minneapolis has to offer.
Places to note that don’t involve tacos include: Jerusalem and it’s fine Middle Eastern Fare (belly dancers, too on the weekends!); Spyhouse, my place of employment and home of the best coffee this side of the Mississippi; and the Quang Pastry Restaurant, a freaking tasty Vietnamese chow house.
All the other fancy feasts aside, I was on Nicollet for one reason, and one reason only on that day: tacos.
A friend suggested Pancho Villa, a storefront taco place that spares on the frills, and puts that extra energy toward making authentic and blog-worthy tacos.
A few extra things to note about this particular taco place:
1) If you have a party of 6 or more, you get to spin a game wheel that will give you prizes which include everything from free tacos, to free drinks.
2) If it’s your birthday, and you have a party of 6 or more, you get FREE drinks all night.
3) You can order tacos individually, which I have found is a rarity lately. Sometimes I want to gorge myself on three tacos, but other times, I just want a light taco-snack. Oh, freedom of choice.
4) Every day is two-fers on margaritas, and Dos Equis.
Amazing.
On my perfect day off, I decided that two steak tacos would be best.
The tacos were respectfully simple, and rather coy, because hiding behind that nonchalant exterior was a powerhouse of flavor. Maybe you think I’m being hyperbolic, but today is another day off, and I might just go get more of these puppies. By myself. I’ll even eat them there, instead of rushing them away my apartment to eat guiltily while watching Grey’s Anatomy.
The one thing that bummed me out was that they didn’t have any super fantastic sauces to put on the tacos, but I guess it doesn’t matter, because it’s not like the food needed any additional flavor. I did get a side of guacamole for the chips, and ended up applying some of that taste-paste to the tacos, which was really only because I felt kind of guilty eating such a pile of meat for breakfast/lunch. Avocados are fruit, right? Between that guacamole and the mimosas I had earlier that day, I’m sure it was enough fruit.
I ate those tacos so fast, the camera couldn’t even get a clear shot.
Granted, I only got two, but I cleared my plate. That’s what really matters right?
In the end, these tacos (and the margaritas weren’t bad either, for a two-fer deal) created a perfect day not only for me, but for my friends, too. By the power of tacos, all shall be comforted.