Man, it's intimidating to go out for Mexican food for the kid responsible for this meal. I mean, before he advanced to homemade tortillas for his legendary fish tacos, he had his mother in Los Angeles basically FedEx some "worthy" specimens for a prior taco party.
Which meant of course, that when he was utterly unimpressed with these tacos from Cabrito, I pretended like that conclusion was beyond obvious to me as well. In reality, I was so happy to be eating a taco, I'm not so sure I would have realized they were sub-par if my friend hadn't pointed that out to me.
My tasting faculties were however, intact enough that I was able to bash the rest of the offerings without assistance. Considering how cheap they are to make, and that in a gazillion million Mexican kitchens right now there are probably pots of superlative rice and beans simmering on their stove as you read this, it really is a travesty that in the greatest city on the planet (my hometown obviously) it is difficult to get a plate of decent rights and beans. New York, step up!
You see, to me a great meal involves at least one involuntary moan of pleasure. That's when you know you've hit jackpot.