the line to the hole-in-the-wall goes out the door, around the corner, and down the street - and we think it's early for lunchtime. there are more tourists than locals today as evidenced by the amount of antsy leg-twitching, santa barbara homes-browsing, and the speed (or lack thereof) of the line. at the counter they only have one window open and this contributes to the slowness. but i've waited over a year to eat at this place. i think i can last another forty-five minutes.
and this is what we wait for.
the fresh salsa tides us over until our food is ready.
and, at last, at a communal table, we dig in to tacos de rajas, tamales, guacamole, and those steaming tortillas.