Foci I.
Yelp
Los California Tacos, you've been my ride or die for as long as I can remember. You're not just a taco truck, you're a generational legend. My dad heard about you from his colleagues at the lab, and the torch was passed down to me. High school, college, late-night Old Town shenanigans, post-date dinners, single life snacks, and now family taco runs, you've been there through it all. Honestly, if tacos could talk, we'd probably be best friends.
Your food? Phenomenal. Your Peña? Incredible. Your horchata? Liquid gold. The asada, chicken, al pastor? Perfect. And while I've never been bold enough to try the cabeza, word on the street says it's legendary too. The fresh onion, cilantro, and those tortillas okay, the tortillas could use a little upgrade, but I get it, nobody's perfect. Still, you've got my LA homies questioning their taco loyalty, which is no small feat.
But now, my beloved LCT, we need to talk. Not about the tacos, but about the salsa situation. As a self-proclaimed sauce guy, your salsa stinginess hurts my soul. Imagine ordering nine tacos and getting... two ramekins of salsa. NINE TACOS. TWO SALSAs. That's wild. That's diabolical. That's like giving someone a Ferrari with half a tank of gas. It's almost enough to ruin the experience.
And I'm no freeloading salsaless wonder I tip! Generously! 25-30%, even! So why do I feel like asking for an extra mini cup of salsa is treated like I'm asking for your firstborn child? Do I not know the secret handshake? Is your salsa secretly liquid bitcoin? What's the profit margin on this stuff? I mean, come on, why make it so difficult to pass out an extra salsa or two, right? Or am I wrong? Is this some salsa economy I don't understand?
Here's the deal: if I start paying for extra salsa, fine, I'll do it. But those extra charges are coming out of your tip. Because if I'm getting nickel-and-dimed for salsa, then fair is fair. But seriously, let's get real here, nine tacos, 12 tacos, two nachos, and you give me two to 4 salsas? STOP in the name of love!
Don't get me wrong, LCT, you're still one of the greatest taco spots out there. But this salsa drama? It's gotta change. Otherwise, I'll just budget for salsa instead of tipping like a generous salsa-loving fool.
I do love you, I love you , I love you. but doooooooo... better.