Taco Taco

Back from our California adventures, Cher and I found it necessary to recreate our favorite activities on the east coast.  Soo we trekked it up to Central Park and rented beach cruisers at the Boat House (only 9 bucks an hour!), then went on a lovely little bike ride. Okay, to be honest, it was about 102 degrees, 400% humidity, and half of the ride was uphill.  Not cool, not cool at all.  See me on my bike above? Yeah, that's my uphill face.

Next we dragged our sweaty little bodies up to 89th Street where we found Taco Taco, a place that promised crispy tacos, ice cold beer, and...well, that's all we needed.  Cher had the "Taco Americano," which pretty much sounded like something your mom would make on taco night back in the day....crispy shell, ground beef and all the fixings. Though the shell was superior to your average grocery store variety (Old El Paso, anyone?), these tacos weren't anything too exciting, so I won't elaborate much.  I also tried a Michelada, something I've been curious about for a while.  Beer mixed with fresh-squeezed lime juice, hot sauce, poured over ice in a salt and chili lined rim. Sounds dreamy. Umm..not so much. I was so sad that I didn't like this, and I'm not necessarily giving up just yet. New York Magazine listed Taco Taco as a critics choice, but we weren't really that thrilled by anything. Disappointment city!!!