A Good Taco Is Hard To Find

When we moved from Brooklyn to L.A. we were incredibly underwhelmed by the Mexican restaurant scene in California. Our friends own Mesa Coyoacan and Zona Rosa in Williamsburg ( I was a waitress at Mesa Coyoacan when I started my blog ) so we were admittedly spoiled by stellar, authentic Mexican food. Three years passed with us mainly getting our taco fix in the form of late night runs to Taco Zone in Echo Park but 9pm is not the ideal hour to consume mass quantities of tacos and the hood of your car is not the most ideal table.

Last week my friend Amy casually mentioned that she and her boyfriend eat Mexican food a lot. “Where?” I asked trying not to sound like a taco obsessed food stalker. She couldn’t remember the name but recalled it being on Beverly Blvd near Terroni. Without a name or an exact address we somehow found ourselves at Escuela Taqueria and I was a happy camper. The chips and guac were fresh, the carnitas crisp, buttery and well shredded and although the elotes come on the cob and not piled high in a sundae glass like at Mesa, they were delicious nonetheless.
I wore a vintage denim jacket with tweed coat layered on top because the only thing I love more than tacos is coats from indiscernible decades.