Friday, April 6, 2007 | There is a lot in the news about Mike Aguirre’s subpoena, more allegations of old boy favoritism, and, of course, Mayor Jerry Sanders’ control-freak nature regarding media inquiries to city staffers.
It’s perfect fodder for an allegedly humorous columnist such as myself, but I’m inclined to focus on more important matters: Mexican food.
Despite all the government garbage going on, all the alleged corruption and sleazy backroom dealings, San Diego still remains America’s Finest City for Mexican food.
Actually, considering how terrible the Mexican government is at helping its citizens, I’m inclined to think there’s a connection between corrupt officials and great Mexican food.
As far as I’m concerned, no other American city has the wide variety of Mexican styles, and certainly not at the rock bottom prices available at our local red and yellow striped taco shops — and, in some case, they not only supply free salsa but shigella too.
Mexican restaurants are my way of determining how long a person has been in San Diego. For instance, I can always tell if someone is a newbie by how much they praise La Posta down on Washington Avenue in Hillcrest.