An unflinching love of Mexican food commands me to do outrageous things to satisfy urges. I've chased down street carts, eaten things out of convenience stores that I probably should not, and cut through traffic at the mere sight of a taco truck. Also acceptable: eating standing up in the street, sitting down on dirty pavement, or jumping out of a moving vehicle. If some seedy dive in a bad neighborhood serves an authentic taco, I'll make for it like they were giving... More >>>