The last night in Pasadena. I had many drinks with many friends. Murph and I talked about what to do for dinner. Of course I wanted an elaborate Asian meal - I REALLY wanted Mama M again - but I also wanted to be up by 6:30 and on the road by 7.
So we decided to get something quick, go back to the condo, drink Gatorlyte, watch a movie, and go to bed at a decent hour.
Tacos 1986 was on the way, so we stopped in. This was 8:30 on a Friday night and there was not a single other person in the place, nor were any orders being cooked to-go, which we probably should have taken as a sign.
But then again, we were drunk.
I got three al pastor; Murph got three carne asada.
I liked mine more than he liked his, but we both agreed we will never return.
My last night in town in 2024 was Mama Lu's; in 2023 it was Mama M. This should have been a great dinner, and instead it was the most disappointing one of the trip.
Oh well.
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