If Mexican food to you means going to El Torrito, maybe we're not talking about the same thing. To be fair, you can get some decent (decent) margaritas at El Torrito, but if you really want legit tacos, you find yourself a real taqueria.
First off, it's an unassuming little building on Milpas.
They don't serve margaritas or complimentary chips and salsa. You just get your taco-loving-booty in the line that goes around the corner, order up some tacos or one of the specials (I like #8-- grilled tri tip with peppers, onions, and bacon served over three tortillas. It's sort of a cross between fajitas and tacos).
As you order, you watch the crew grilling your meat and pressing your tortillas. Yep. You see that giant mound of masa in front of the woman? She's making tortillas to order.
While you wait for your food you look for an open bench or plastic table in the small enclosed patio space. You scoop up fresh made salsas in anticipation and you jump every time you hear them call a number, hoping it's your turn.
You savor your tacos, not caring if juices run down your chin or how sticky your fingers are. You enjoy the cool Santa Barbara breeze from the open windows and swat away flies between bites because let's be real, this is a taqueria and not El Torrito. This is how tacos are meant to be eaten.
You wash it down with what may be the best Horchata you've ever had. It's just creamy enough to cool your tongue, with the right amount of cinnamon to keep it interesting.
horchata photo via . I gulped mine without thinking to get a picture first.
You clear your table for the line of eager patrons hoping for your spot, then stroll down the street thinking about how happy your tummy is and how lucky you are to get such an awesome meal for about 10 bucks.
That is how you do Tacos on Tuesday.