"The only canoodling you’ll see at Tacos La Sultana in the East End is folks cozying up to thin-sliced al pastor lying seductively on a little styrofoam plate of griddled corn tortillas. That, or entertaining one of the random stray cats aggressively meowing for a bite of La Sultana’s paprika-rubbed pork. We understand those cats, especially while standing at the order window watching the truck’s skilled taquero carving the trompo with ballet-like grace." - gianni greene, chelsea thomas