In September, I felt like Liz Lemon. “I CAN HAVE IT ALL!”
False! It’s January (almost February. Um, holy crap, when did that happen) and I can’t work 11 hour days, cut out caffeine, exercise regularly, make healthy home-cooked meals, have a fun social calendar, go home on weekends to spend time with my family, have a vibrant spiritual life, pass the CPA exam, wake up early to look cute for work, sleep 8 hours a night, and edit my blog away to my heart’s content.
Apparently, you can’t have it all. I don’t think I can have even 2 of those things.
What you can have is a severe coffee addiction, work, and eke in a taco fix occasionally.
Grungy, legit taco trucks in seedy neighborhoods with al pastor that melts in your mouth and hot sauce like an a-bomb explosion.
El Chato (Olympic & La Brea)
asada & lengua
Spontaneous midnight taco fix after gorging ourselves on cheese fondue and copious bottles of wine and screaming that we despise standardized testing.
Don’t hate our lives after we saw these lovelies. It’s the magic of the taco.
Tacos Leo (Venice & La Brea)
al pastor. with PINEAPPLE.
hey there, al pastor man. move closer to downtown.
There’s something comforting about standing in the freezing cold under fluorescent taco truck lights, stuffing my face with $1 al pastor tacos.
tripa, asada, lengua. dry :( the al pastor is the star of the show at Tacos Leo.
Endless salsa bar. With avocado salsa.
Yes, I did just say avocado.
If Liz could read this post, I like to think she’d say, “I WANT TO GO TO THERE.” And now, I’m going to go fix myself a sandwich with extra bread.
This is why I heart LA.
