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Roadside Fish Tacos. Before the beheadings down in Tijuana started happening, one of my gal pals
used to rent several beach houses in a Gringo colony near Puerto Nuevo ("Lobster Town" as it's
locally known) and a dozen of us would caravan in several cars down to Old Mexico. We would
bring provisions with us (while some of the group would get potato chips and beers, the guys with
whom I shacked up brought down a case of wine, cheeses and charcuterie), but en route, we would
stop at a nondescript hut on a coastal cliff to eat freshly prepared fish tacos and drink cervezas. We
look out into the Pacific, where we could see the silhouettes of dolphins in the distance and hear
firecrackers pop-pop-popping below on the beach. Once we were satiated, we continued our journey,
but it was a great pit stop.
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