If I hadn’t known to look here, I never would have known to look here. It’s in a typically San Diegan strip mall, tucked away in some unassuming corner. Apparently invisible, I know for a fact this location used to be at least two other taquerias in the past. And every time I tried it, I was totally satisfied. Credit goes to Stimy for originally turning me on to the location, back when it was called… Lolita’s, I think. Linda’s, maybe. Either way, it was good then, so I was anxious to see how it was now.

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(Miss Taca enjoys her anonymity)

Don Carlos is another old-time hangout. The veggies always loved it, cause of their potato rolled tacos. I always loved it cause it was just down the street form the coffee hangout, The Pannikin and the food was always good. Plus, they are right next to Dick’s Liquors. The eternal adolescent in me still considers that the best liquor store name, ever.

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There it is. They are in there. There are possibly some being made even right now. There is nobody in line. LUCK! The rolled tacos are going to happen, and happen SOON!
I am not alone, yet I do not make a good conversationalist. Doesn’t she know I can’t concentrate? Rolled tacos are on the way!
“You’re not listening,” she said.
All I could do was point at the window where the tacos came out.
“I know, it’s ok. You’re distracted. Rolled tacos happen.” She said it with a smile.
I smiled, grunted and went back to studying the menu.

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It’s been a long time since I’ve had machaca. Near as I can figure it’s what a breakfast burrito should be. Well-cooked shredded beef with peppers, onions and eggs all scrambled up. While it’s not rare to frequent any one of San Diego’s 24-hour taco shops so late that dinner turns into breakfast, it is still a rarity for me to see beyond the holy trinity of carne asada, chicken or carnitas. However, in the name of science I knew I had to forage on.
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Culture Shock.

Every time it’s a surprise. A delicious surprise, but nonetheless, a surprise. I always forget that things are a bit different down here. Burritos are not burritos here. I’m not sure if Northern California is the mutation or if it’s a Lo Cal thing, but either way you chew it, these tortilla-filled cousins are still both delicious.
I’ve spent a lot of years comparing and contrasting Mexican food from the two California’s and have come to some realizations. The burritos are better in the North, while tortas are better in the South. (Tortas are NEVER supposed to be served on sourdough, thankyouverymuch.) Rolled tacos just ain’t happening north of LA, so any visit to the southland needs them. I find myself getting stuck on tortas and rolled tacos, but this time I pledged to be different. The name of this website is BURRITOwings after all.

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