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Even in a city I've lived in over twenty years (not consecutively) there are things that surprise me. There are fantastic restaurants I've never even heard of. I still want to try the machito sopes at Birrieria Aguinaga but the phone number I've been able to find doesn't get answered; it just goes to some message about entering a remote access code. I'll have to do a drive-by and scout it out some day on the way home from work.
So no goat for Moira. But Taqueria Pedritos -- less than a ten-minute drive from home at the corner of Fitzhugh and Capitol -- soothed whatever grief I might have had excellently. I had carnitas, the wife had pollo en salsa tomate. The guacamole is damn near perfect, the hot sauce plenty hot ("It's spicy," warned the guy behind the counter. "Cool: I like spicy."), the refritos and arroz Mexicana outstanding, the limeade balancing sweet and tart expertly. I am a cheap date, folks. Feed me good tacos and I am a happy girl. And if I'm the only blanco in the joint, we are probably in the right place.
I'm already plotting out future expeditions to Taqueria Pedritos. Okay, next time I want the tacos al pastor, after that the lengua...
A note on language: It always feels odd, being in a place where the language spoken around me is Spanish. I feel like I should understand more of it than I actually do. Probably if I were in a place where I had to speak it I'd pick it back up again.
So no goat for Moira. But Taqueria Pedritos -- less than a ten-minute drive from home at the corner of Fitzhugh and Capitol -- soothed whatever grief I might have had excellently. I had carnitas, the wife had pollo en salsa tomate. The guacamole is damn near perfect, the hot sauce plenty hot ("It's spicy," warned the guy behind the counter. "Cool: I like spicy."), the refritos and arroz Mexicana outstanding, the limeade balancing sweet and tart expertly. I am a cheap date, folks. Feed me good tacos and I am a happy girl. And if I'm the only blanco in the joint, we are probably in the right place.
I'm already plotting out future expeditions to Taqueria Pedritos. Okay, next time I want the tacos al pastor, after that the lengua...
A note on language: It always feels odd, being in a place where the language spoken around me is Spanish. I feel like I should understand more of it than I actually do. Probably if I were in a place where I had to speak it I'd pick it back up again.