You others lunchers can't deny,
That when a fish taco with a bit of cliantro taste,
Gets put in your face,
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tongue...
With the scent of spring dresses in the air, Pete headed to Pinche Taqueria on Mott Street between Prince and Spring Streets for some taco love. ("Pinche" means "a cook's assistant" but it's also a colloqualism for "fucking.") Pete likes the second translation better since the tacos are pinche good. Everything is super fresh--no cans in the kitchen--and they're served on a soft corn tortilla with onions, cilantro, and guacamole; the carne asada and carnitas were good, but la ultima was the pescado--crispy breaded fish garnished with cabbage and cilantro dressing. Since it was so nice out, Pete headed over to Balthazar for a coffee and chocolate donut, which he noshed on in the park at Spring and Mulberry while daydreaming about spring dresses.