Taqueria La Sierra lies hidden down a nondescript side street off what seemed to be the main drag in Antioch. Housed in what was probably an old burger joint, the first thing you notice is all the signs in the window. It can be overwhelming at first, and Cory and I both ended up ordering the same thing. Wanting the most variety for a meal, we both got three different tacos: al pastor, chicken and carne asada. Out of the ‘big three’ certainly at least one would be delicious.
Choices. Red or green salsa? Luckily, I didn’t have to decide on this particular issue. Both were laid out before me in large tubs resting in ice. Red or green? Naturally, I took one of each. But not all decisions are so safe.
Which is precisely why a trip to South San Francisco took me to La Morena. Along Grand Avenue and its side streets there are numerous selections when it comes to choosing a taqueria. La Morena is the only one I’ve ever been to. I was introduced to the al pastor at La Morena some years back by Toby – with considerable enthusiasm, I might add. Since then, I haven’t even bothered to try anything else. I know the al pastor is going to be great. And it always is.
But I can live vicariously through others. As I was shown the way of La Morena, I passed the knowledge on to Forest. As we drove through South City, every taqueria he saw he would ask if it was it.
“No,†I would reply. It wasn’t, and no other place would do.
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