Just because I like to eat and write about my food adventures (thank you to all three of you out there who actually read my rantings), some people think I’m some sort of an authority on what’s good and what isn’t, where to go and where not to.
So you’re sitting there in your living room, probably reading about something awesome on Port City Foodie, when your 3-year-old runs by at warp speed wearing a bath towel tied around his neck as a cape. “Look, I’m Superman!” he yells. You reply, “Uh, yeah, sure buddy, you’re Superman.”
Remember those nature shows on TV where a Bald Eagle is soaring above a picturesque lake and sees a trout something like two miles away then swoops down doing about Mach 2 and grabs the fish in his talons? Well, that’s how I am with tacos. No, seriously, if there are tacos in my general vicinity, I WILL find them and I WILL eat them.