If they don’t serve end­less chips with guacamole, they’re prob­ably not a real Mex­ican res­taur­ant. Unless it’s my favor­ite Mex­ican res­taur­ant, who hap­pen to fail to oblige to my twis­ted eco­nom­ical rules (believe me, all-you-can-eat guac is a feas­ible quick-cash method if you’ve got me and my friends in the neigh­bor­hood). Any­way, I will make an excep­tion for the lovely Taquería Ta’Cabrón on Skal­itzer­straße in Kreuzberg.

Not only is the food deli­cious — I mean, really deli­cious — it is also just so con­veni­ently some­where in between “we’re going out to eat” and “fast food to go”. The prices are decent, the qual­ity is high, we love the Dos Equis, the self-serving, the benches, tables and the tree (the tree!) on the side­walk, watch­ing the U-Bahn pass on the highrails. And did I men­tion the food is great? Burri­tos, Enchil­a­das, Tacos, Tosta­das, whatever you Latin Amer­ica crav­ing heart needs. The guys work­ing the store are always on their best behavior.

But most import­antly, this is one place that me and my friends can all agree on when we’re out of ideas where to eat. “Bur­gers? Shawarma? Falafel? Pizza?” No, no, no, no. We eat that crap every­day! “Wait, what about that Mex­ican place, we haven’t been there for like, two weeks!” And then that’s where we go, and we’re all happy.