My taco blog has taken its toll on me. I love tacos, don’t get me wrong, but you know it’s bad when everytime you see a taco truck, you stop and eat tacos, even though you’re not hungry. It’s the obsession with trying to find that perfect taco, going out on a limb and testing unfamiliar fare that one would normally pass by. I’m even at the point of taking uncharted path’s through the city, in hopes of running into a random taqueria or taco truck. If you’re any bit familair with LA, you know the danger in this. I could take a wrong turn and BAM! I’m in the middle of some gangwar!
Let me get to the point. My body is starting to feel it. So is my mind. Too much meat! I didn’t think it was possible, but yes, too much holy trio for me. I need something different.
I think pizza is the answer. I’ve been curious about the “NY Slice” for a long time now. What is a New York slice? Can California have a proper NY slice? How about a California Slice?? Is there such a thing?
I plan on figuring all of this out on my new blog, Piece Of That Pie… So let’s get to work!
