Tacos: A cross-border guide

Swaddled babes, fat pink curls, secrets under the corn

Every San Diegan has a secret taco joint.
  • Every San Diegan has a secret taco joint.

Taco means tiny taste of temptation. Satisfaction by a thousand different cuts of meat and veggies.

Is it just me, this wacko taco love affair? I don’t think so. Every San Diegan has a secret taco joint with the only guy in town who understands how to put together a taco, who appreciates the relationship between meat, salsa, and tortilla.

The real thing is, tacos are right for our town. We’re not about dressing up, formal surroundings, nit-picking over some tiny nouvelle cuisine pile in the middle of a drizzled plate that sets you back 30 buckaroos. Tacos are about good, affordable times for everyone.

Stuffed with mouth-watering adjectives

Stuffed with mouth-watering adjectives

Burrito equals boring, while taco ... aah! — Ed Bedford

Customers order two, four, six at a timeAmbrose Martin

Taco secrets waiting to be whispered — Ian Pike

It's a slippery, messy delight — Mary Beth Abate

Maybe the best surf-and-turf taco in townChad Deal

Difference-making fresh tortillasIan Anderson

The true cross-border spiritMatthew Suarez

The little taco stand that started it allCandice Reed

A bona fide food pilgrimageErnie Grimm

The rise of octopusPatrick Henderson

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