On a minicrawl this afternoon with Cyrus Farivar and some of our friends, I stopped off at El Rebozo Blanco while my compatriots waited. It's real little, and despite a sign that says they have basically the standard offerings, the girl working outside (nobody was inside, customers or employees) said that all they had was tacos al pastor. So I got me one, and was very happy. The meat was in pretty big chunks, good and burnt, and there was a nice salsa roja and big chunks of grilled red onion and an almost-black chile along with the regulation onion and cilantro. The tortillas were nicely greasy, and tasty. The meat seemed to not be quite as flavorful as at, say, El Ojo de Agua, but before I could get a handle on it, a gust of wind blew my taco out of my hand and into the intersection. I almost cried. Later, on the way back to the car from the unimpressive Taq. San Jose, a bird mistook my shoulder for a toilet, so obviously that miserable patch of asphalt wasn't satisfied with my previous sacrifice. Next time I'm in that neighborhood, though, I'll give my taco the fierce protection it deserves.
El Rebozo Blanco
Taco al pastor, $1