It's South Central Los Angeles and I'm on the taco hunt. I get a vague description via email with vague coordinates. All hell could break loose at any moment. I'm looking for the neon lights, the flashing taco signs but the streets look cold and dark and when I see a pitbull chase a car down Florence Ave I give up and get back on the 110. On the radio it's Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture and I feel like Napoleon's La Grande Armée retreating out of Russia.
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El Gavilan is a taqueria that was once a Mcdonalds. At one time there were big macs and mcnuggets being prepared were now asada,al pastor and carnitas sizzles. I salute Tacos El Gavilan for this valiant takeover and I wish more taquerias would take over Mcdonalds across this fine city. I wish I would have been present for this takeover and the day the burgers and nuggets stopped and the tacos and burritos took control of this land. A peace treaty with the mcdonalds faction probably read that the taco burger war was over but by this treaty the taqueria must keep part of the mcdonalds arches. How else can it be explained? I thought of all this while waiting for my tacos. I might have done things differently if I was this taco general. I would have been a taco dictactor and refused to sign the treaty. But before I could contemplate it any longer my tacos were ready.
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