I don’t know what’s more disappointing: discovering naked pictures of a movie star only to find out she looks better with her clothes on, or discovering a taco stand that is six blocks from your office only to find out it’s absolutely disgusting.
After a purchasing a suit from L.A.’s fashion district, I was walking back to my office on a quest to find some random taco shop. I passed by some “probables” on my way to the fashion district, but nothing really caught my eye. Just when I was ready to give up and head over to Panda Express (delicious!), I saw the Taco House.
After a purchasing a suit from L.A.’s fashion district, I was walking back to my office on a quest to find some random taco shop. I passed by some “probables” on my way to the fashion district, but nothing really caught my eye. Just when I was ready to give up and head over to Panda Express (delicious!), I saw the Taco House.
Random side note: there is NOTHING “fashionable” about L.A.’s “fashion” district. In fact, it’s absolutely disgusting. The sidewalks look like they haven’t been cleaned since the Great Depression, the small clothing stores are filled with either undershirts or pimp suits, and I didn’t see one single “fashionable” person except a poster of Steve Harvey. The only thing the fashion district is good for is if you have a Pimps and Ho’s party and you need a purple pimp suit with matching hat, gloves, cane, ascot, cufflinks, and shoes. In fact, I’m beginning to question whether I can get cheaper-but-decent-quality suits at the sales rack at Macy’s rather than my usual shop of Academy Award Clothes, Inc.
Back to the Taco House.
Even though I knew deep down that the chances of the Taco House being better than any of the taco joints I’ve previously reviewed were slim to non-existent, I was nonetheless excited to try their offerings. I got my usual order of 2 asada and 2 al pastor tacos along with a lime Jarritos. I can tell you right now, if it wasn’t for that lime Jarritos and the friendly service, Taco House would’ve been the first stand to hit that 1-Jarritos rating here at T&R.
It probably doesn’t help that the lady eating her tacos next to me was “black-bagging” a 40oz. I’m hereby proclaiming that “brown-bagging” means wrapping a brown paper bag over your 40oz., but “black-bagging” means wrapping a black plastic bag over your 40oz. Both will serve its intended purpose of shielding your alcoholism from the police. However, and feel free to call me crazy, but I believe that “black-bagging” your 40oz. tends to indicate that you’re slightly more desperate for alcohol rather than “brown-bagging.” Maybe it’s because the cost of a brown paper bag is slightly higher than a black plastic bag, so therefore it’s kind of like the difference between driving a Kia and a Hyundai. Both are wrong, but one is slightly more recognized than the other.
So, what went wrong with the tacos?
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Back to the Taco House.
Even though I knew deep down that the chances of the Taco House being better than any of the taco joints I’ve previously reviewed were slim to non-existent, I was nonetheless excited to try their offerings. I got my usual order of 2 asada and 2 al pastor tacos along with a lime Jarritos. I can tell you right now, if it wasn’t for that lime Jarritos and the friendly service, Taco House would’ve been the first stand to hit that 1-Jarritos rating here at T&R.
It probably doesn’t help that the lady eating her tacos next to me was “black-bagging” a 40oz. I’m hereby proclaiming that “brown-bagging” means wrapping a brown paper bag over your 40oz., but “black-bagging” means wrapping a black plastic bag over your 40oz. Both will serve its intended purpose of shielding your alcoholism from the police. However, and feel free to call me crazy, but I believe that “black-bagging” your 40oz. tends to indicate that you’re slightly more desperate for alcohol rather than “brown-bagging.” Maybe it’s because the cost of a brown paper bag is slightly higher than a black plastic bag, so therefore it’s kind of like the difference between driving a Kia and a Hyundai. Both are wrong, but one is slightly more recognized than the other.
So, what went wrong with the tacos?
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The al pastor was passable. Definitely nothing special, but definitely not horrible either. The pastor reminded me of Kike’s, but imagine if that pastor was sitting in a refrigerator for 24 hours and then re-heated and put into a metal bin. That’s what the pastor tasted like at Taco House.
The carne asada, on the other hand, was absolutely disgusting. I’ve never tried dog meat, but I’m guessing that’s what I just ate at the Taco House. It smelled funny, and it looked like the meat had been boiling in water for hours and then placed in a metal pot with more water. I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day at the Taco House when the cook gave me the plate of four tacos and the juices from the tacos were hovering all over the plate, ruining those tortillas. I wonder if I should buy the cook at the Taco House a slotted spoon for Christmas?
The store-bought tortillas also detracted from my taco experience. They literally disintegrated upon contact with my hands. In fact, the outer tortilla would turn into mush upon contact with my thumb and forefinger. Thank god they use two tortillas for their tacos, or else I would’ve had taco soup for lunch.
I’m a guy who always tries to look at the positive side of situations. In this case, the cook and the cashier were incredibly nice and friendly. The lime Jarritos was delicious and refreshing. The dining area was covered by a tarp that provided a nice shade from the hot downtown sun. The onions were diced up very nicely.
But I cannot recommend the Taco House to anyone. It’s such a shame, because I would’ve given them a lot of business, considering its location to my office. (Well, as much business as four to five tacos at lunch would give.) But the positives of the Taco House barely put it over the 2-Jarritos rating. If I wasn’t such a nice guy (editor’s note: I’m not), the Taco House would’ve been the proud recipient of Tacos & Ramen’s first-ever 1.5-Jarritos rating.
Taco House
Address: 215 W. 8th Street, Los Angeles, CA 90014 (Or somewhere around there)
Google Maps: Link
Much love till my next post.
The carne asada, on the other hand, was absolutely disgusting. I’ve never tried dog meat, but I’m guessing that’s what I just ate at the Taco House. It smelled funny, and it looked like the meat had been boiling in water for hours and then placed in a metal pot with more water. I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day at the Taco House when the cook gave me the plate of four tacos and the juices from the tacos were hovering all over the plate, ruining those tortillas. I wonder if I should buy the cook at the Taco House a slotted spoon for Christmas?
The store-bought tortillas also detracted from my taco experience. They literally disintegrated upon contact with my hands. In fact, the outer tortilla would turn into mush upon contact with my thumb and forefinger. Thank god they use two tortillas for their tacos, or else I would’ve had taco soup for lunch.
I’m a guy who always tries to look at the positive side of situations. In this case, the cook and the cashier were incredibly nice and friendly. The lime Jarritos was delicious and refreshing. The dining area was covered by a tarp that provided a nice shade from the hot downtown sun. The onions were diced up very nicely.
But I cannot recommend the Taco House to anyone. It’s such a shame, because I would’ve given them a lot of business, considering its location to my office. (Well, as much business as four to five tacos at lunch would give.) But the positives of the Taco House barely put it over the 2-Jarritos rating. If I wasn’t such a nice guy (editor’s note: I’m not), the Taco House would’ve been the proud recipient of Tacos & Ramen’s first-ever 1.5-Jarritos rating.
Taco House
Address: 215 W. 8th Street, Los Angeles, CA 90014 (Or somewhere around there)
Google Maps: Link
Much love till my next post.
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