Where there are immigrant workers, there are taco trucks. In Los Angeles, this means you can find a tasty taco pretty much anywhere, from Bel Air to downtown to the sexy bends of Mulholland Drive. The Great Taco Hunt recently found itself on Mulholland and discovered what appears to be a most excellent truck called Tacos Carrillo:
My tacos and root beer were gone but I have this rule that if the taquero puts a jalapeño on my plate I feel it is my duty as a taco reporter to eat it. Especially if it a fresh grilled jalapeño. And if it is cut in half? Well all the more reason to just chomp the bugger.
So without any water I just chomped it and for the love of baby jesus if it wasn't the hottest jalapeño pepper I've ever had.
I took Mulholland to Sepulveda and the whole time my eyes were sweating and my vision was blurred and the back of my neck started to cramp and for a moment I thought I might not make it. "This is the end of me" I thought. "The jalapeño has defeated me". I knew this would come but I didn't expect it like this.
Link. Previously, yours truly on "My Favorite Taco."
*A note on this blog: I'll be toying around with a few different names and descriptors. Please let me know what you think?