Last night I had my very first encounter with taco joint, Taco Del Mar (or Del Mar Taco, Del Taco, Mar Taco Del, whatever the name is, and no, this isn't racism - the Taco Del Mar in my town is listed under a different name on the internet, true story). It was about seven in the evening, and I was under the influence of a couple of Advil and a malt beverage.
My parents raved about the size of the burrito here - they checked out the place one night for dinner while I was out of town. They claimed it was a large burrito, and well, the claims are true, the Taco Del Mar Del Taco burrito is indeed large. But I ordered the quesadilla.
And I'll tell you why I ordered the quesadilla, after the jump.
