Good tacos — Restaurant in Denver

To some this may just be a regular haunt. To others, a brightly colored building on the way to taco bell. I found myself waiting at the mechanic on a rather cold afternoon. My license plates, expired. No insurance. In what some could consider a dead end job. This is how I found myself walking across the street ready for anything that would help me pass the time.

I walked in to a standard affair. Enough decoration to show character. Younger staff translating for the waitress. Oh yes folks. I had found the real deal. As I perused the menu I was greeted by a picture of what was... entirely too much food. A giant plate full of three what looked to be flatbreads of some sort. I asked the waitress if one would be enough and she held up three fingers. Sure that I was in for more than I bargained for, I chose carne asada, barbacoa, and steak...

10 minutes later or less, I had an 18 inch taco in front of me. I'm talking like a foot and a half of flauta boiiiiiiiiiiii... all three meats in one super large taco!

I find Latin American food slots into 3 categories: fusion (street tacos with mango/taco bell) garbage (sysco beans with no seasoning) and grubbin... this was freaking grubbin! Quality meats with dynamite salsas. Oh the salsas! Perfect mix of spice and tangy. They had one creamy avocado dip that was somehow Spicer than the others! Plus a chipotle salsa which got completely devoured... there were like 5 more too! Each bite of the "machete" as they called it was different and better than the last.

My car still isn't fixed and I might get thrown in jail on the way home but dang... that was a...