Look at this menu. Cheap does not begin to describe this experience. Friends and I bought about 80 tacos, and a dozen cups of beans with pork, avocado and cheese from what I believe is the single cleanest restaurant in Milwaukee toady.
Now, I'll admit I didn't order the chitlins last night, but I can feel them coming to my belly soon.
As if this wasn't enough of an evening of joy, I ended it all at Koz's Mini Bowl. I bowled a 229 and a 224. And I never hit or bribed one of the high school boys resetting the pins.
Run, don't walk, to El Charrito Tacos usually parked at 7th and Becher. And bowl at Koz's with the little balls and the local drunks.
It makes me proud to be a fat Midwesterner on nights like that.
1 smart alecky remarks:
When I saw this post on Google Reader, at first glance, I thought the title was "Tacos and midget bowling piss". I read it three times before figuring out that I'd just mistaken bliss for piss. I do that almost every time I hit the washroom, actually.
And I don't know how I feel about the fact that "Pastor" is pork in Spanish...
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