Those two words instantly add incentive to going to a kids’ party at the park on a day with upper 90’s temps. But of course, it’s ultimately about the kid right?
So, the tacos.
Al pastor, pollo and carne asada. Yeah, I’m breaking out the Español. Mildly spicy salsa, generous squeezes of lime and crunchy radishes make tacos taste even better. I tried one of the roasted chiles and realized I’m not that hardcore.
Strawberry Fanta Fanta. C’mon. You know the jingle.