So, after our klassie New Years night, and our New Years Day run, we clearly needed to eat.
We realized that when you’re as close as we were to Mexico, you need to eat Mexican food. So after a quick Yelp search to make sure none of the places around us were terrible, we set off to find the sketchiest one possible.
Cause let’s be honest. The best Mexican food comes from a slightly dirty spot where you ask three times for your chips and have to rack your brain when they tell you that you food costs trece dollars.
The spot we found didn’t disappoint. Slightly terrible service, amazing food.
And do you see that giant mound of guac on each taco? Love.
The more walking. Since, you know, it was the only sun we’ll see until July. (You will never hate Oregon winter more than when you’re realizing what winter is like other places. Sunshine exists!)
And how do you end a day like that?
A slurpee bar. Remember how I said we managed to top the Jello shots in klassieness? Slurpee bar. (“Daiquiri bar” technically but whatevs)
You stay classy San Diego.
What’s the weather like for you? I’ve been pouting since we got home. So cold here!