Now we’re getting somewhere. I’ve been back to the Taqueria a few times in the recent weeks and it seems like I am well on my way to being a regular. To me this is great news, because I am bound and determined to get in good with the guys at the tiny gem that is Taqueria Mi Casita near my house.

On my last visit, after ordering my usual: two tacos al pastor, one taco de carnitas and a glass of horchata, the waiter actually talked to me. Here’s how the conversation unfolded:

“Te encantan tacos, verdad?” he asked. Which was true.

So I said, “Si, me encantan. Especialmente los tacos aqui. Estan muy buenos.”

“Claro,” he replied.

Can you believe that? It’s like I’m a regular now. Holy shit. So after that, after getting my tacos and horchata and eating, after getting my bill and paying, as I’m walking out the door, the old man on the grill says, “Nos vemos, amigo.”

Amigo. He called me amigo. It was at that point that I truly new that I was on the verge of getting in good with the guys at the Taqeuria. From here it’s just a matter of time before I’m getting invites to gatherings and quinceañeras where I’ll get to eat pozole and carne en su jugo, while drinking mezcal and micheladas. Que barbaro, estoy super contento con todo. If you know what I mean.