If you love music and know how to read, you read Jeff Weiss. Maybe not intentionally, as he writes for Esquire, The Los Angeles Times, LA Weekly, Rolling Stone, Spin, Pitchfork, Wax Poetics, The Hollywood Reporter, Variety, Billboard, Knife Collector, Entertainment Weekly, Dance Teacher Magazine, Resident Adviser, NME, to name just a few. He saves all his good stuff, however, for his own blog, Passion of the Weiss, which recently named Cartoons and Cereal the best hip-hop song of 2012.
What’s your favorite taco?
This is a very sad story about a taco. I was unaware that you could develop an emotional relationship with a taco, but in hindsight, I loved the soft chicken tacos at El Nopal more than any of my second cousins. Three months ago, a callous philistine of a new owner transmogrified the once juicy but never greasy tacos, into brittle and withered husks. El Nopal remains open on Motor and National, but the tacos now taste like spicy Frisbees.
This leaves the only sensible answer: Ricky’s Fish Tacos, a little stand that operates on Virgil and Sunset. It is the perfect taco: mix a little salsa verde, crispy lettuce, crema, fresh tomatoes, a steaming corn tortilla, with a buttery flakey fillet of white fish. It was the taco equivalent of Rickey Henderson in his prime. And just this week, Ricky announced that they are shutting down operations indefinitely. I’m crestfallen.