Eating a fish taco and so happy!

Finally! Iam so excited. In February of 1992, a girlfriend of mine
introduced me to a little baha style fish taco place in San Diego. She
was in school there. I was visiting. After one bite of a Rubios fish
taco I was a changed man. I had a new religion. I ate at that Rubios
every day while I was visiting. I couldn't get enough. Eventually I
had enough of the girl. She wanted me to be more into her religion.
But I did keep the religion of the Rubios fish taco! I used to seek
them out everytime I visited Southern California.

When I moved to San Francisco I have had to drive 30 minutes away on
the other side of the Bay to get a fish taco fix.

But today the angels arrived. They opened up a Rubios about 12 minutes
away near the campus of Stanford. I came today and had a fish taco
plus their mushroom and roasted poblano taco. Delish!

And to add to the marvelousness, next door to Rubios they opened a
Peets coffee. My favorite taco and my favorite coffee next door to
each other? Can life get better?

(Hmmm. Perhaps! If I could have 10 restaurants in a row what
additional places would I add? Check back on my website www.fridayinthecity.Blogspot.com
to see my list. And tell me what your list would be!)

It is a great Friday!