|Taco Fiesta in City Heights|
|Tacos al Pastor|
When I mentioned Taco Fiesta to a friend who lives nearby, he insisted that I return to try their carne asada fries, a San Diego favorite that I generally find questionable. Usually soggy, this heavier alternative to nachos is best ordered when drunk, in hopes the starch will help soak up residual booze. I did have fond memories of the chips at Taco Fiesta, though - they had been hot and crisp, made by someone who knew how to operate a fryer - so I took a chance and ordered a plate of the fries. The portion was huge, easily enough to fill three people with french fries, chunks of steak, sour cream, guacamole and refried beans. Visually, though, it was unappealing - a huge pile of grey-tinted carne adasa atop a heap of cheese and dressings over a bed of thick-cut fries that were not quite crispy, and undercooked in the middle. I picked at it (the guac was oversalted) and quickly gave up; my friend took the bulk of my portion home with him. I suspect the carne asada would have been better enjoyed in a burrito: the fries themselves were the chief disappointment.
|Crunchy potato tacos!|
So what if they failed to sell me on carne asada fries, then. If the name says anything about the food (and I think it should), then Taco Fiesta can't be faulted for honesty - their tacos are really cause for celebration.