Tacos el Tito ~ Vermont & 167th St. Gardena, CA 90249
Everyone who loves tacos knows they taste best when you've been working your booty off all day or night doing something hard, whether labor or leisure. I was tired from same-said style of ass-busting, having worked hard under the guidance of inky-azz CBro and his winged-monkey army at the TACO propaganda arm, pushing and pulling on multi-ton, ancient iron machines famous for their ability to endow one with "buns of steel." Bedraggled, blunted conditions aside when our presence was announced with great ceremony at Tacos el Tito, these mu'fuckas were practically the best tacos I've ever had. Thankfully, they are as far away from Tito's Tacos, the favorite taco joint of many old skool LA heads, like Tony Danza, for example.
I'd been starving for weeks. Both Mary Kate AND Ashley are coming to town soon, and I refuse to be the fattest one as we berate the staff at Hyde for not bringing our $600 bottles of Georgi Vodka quickly enough. Like Syzmon Bukowski, the famished Majdanek hostage in Michener's epic Poland, the thought of big, oily, golden globules of fat sitting on a bowl of soup or anywhere else occupied my waking sleep. El Tito provided just that. These were not only some of the top rankin' tacos on my plate-O-fame, they were no doubt the oiliest. Each taco seemed half-liquid, each tightly-flavored bite exploding like a Mexican Chewels!