Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sir Mex-a-Lot

Pete likes tacos and he can not lie,
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.


  1. Wow. Fish tacos and Baby Got Back. Quite a combo. I think I'm a little frightened of Pete.

  2. This just shows what a blog can be - I'll take mine with a synergistic dose of 90s novelty rap any day. Pinche good job with this one, Pete. I think I'm going to find some tacos for lunch today. And, you know, I might even tell the naturally well-endowed copy maker here in the office - with an appreciate, knowing nod - "Silicon parts are made for toys." I won't push it by asking if she likes LaCock. Not in this economy.

  3. Pete appreciates the kind words. Pete's friend recently attended a harassment seminar at work; the number one harassment in most offices is Sir Mix-A-Lot references. However it is apparently okay to call someone stupid, especially if it's true. Based on most places Pete has worked--it usually is.