It was a Wednesday in Guadalajara so I had modest expectations for a night out. The hotel recommended going to Chapultepec Road which is a street lined with bars and restaurants. We walked around for a bit and enjoyed the no open container law. There weren’t any places too wild so we picked the bar closest to the street food. After a few drinks and after having my fill of Mexican music, it was time to eat (again).
Like an auctioneer, I rattled off a list of items I wanted. Somehow the bill came to $15 which is a fortune for street food and compared to what we spent thus far. Unlike when I got ripped off in Mexico City by paying $30 for tacos, I’m fairly certain that this did not happen here.
We bought two monster hamburgers, four stacked tacos, and an Arabe taco which was a loaded taco in a full pita. And, if that wasn’t enough, we got a Pepsi and 7-Up in the old school bottles.
Fat and full or full and fat, we went home having devoured everything but the taco Arabe.