Potato taquito from Taco Maria.
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I like to rip on OC as much as the next guy, but where else can you ride your bike along the beach to your friend’s gourmet taco truck for potato taquitos, a mushroom burrito and a strawberry hibiscus aqua fresca and on the ride back, see 2 Telsa Roadsters, a Fisker Karma, a shit ton of tiny penis (Ferrari/Maserati/Porsche/Aston Martin) douchebag cars, almost run over both a snake and a jackrabbit, and see a dude wandering around a parking lot playing a banjo? Not bad for a little morning exercise.
A two-year old that proudly shouts “TACO TUESDAY!” when she enters Taco Mesa is definitely my niece.
This is GoogaMooga. A giant clusterfuck of Disneyland lines for the same food vendors at every street fair and food truck in NYC, except that the 2-block long ID lines weren’t moving because the local grassroots team behind the bespoke brooklyn foodie event Bonnaroo couldn’t manage checking ID’s and ran out of wristbands. Apparently if you could get ID, the beer tent wouldn’t take your cash because they want you to use their own weird currency––GoogaMoola––for which the CRM system didn’t work because of too much mobile data, despite knowing exactly how many people were coming because of pre-registration.
I’d say that it would have been ok if they could just check ID’s and take cash like any other venue, but then you’d just be standing in line for the same stuff you can get anywhere else.
You know where the smart people were today? Smorgasburg.