Tacos Chukis

A couple months after I moved to Seattle I was getting my hair done and I forgot that because I basically have a small grizzly bear living on my head it takes about three hours and I hadn't eaten anything and I get really, really desperate when hungry. Tacos Chukis was next door and after my hair was done, I sprinted inside, ordered three Tacos Chukis, and sprinted to my car. I had every intention of waiting the five-minute drive to eat them, but that intention lasted a half a second before I tore into them like a maniac in the front seat. When the dust settled and I looked up, there was a school bus parked outside with about fifteen children staring at me, slack-jawed. If that's not a ringing endorsement of the deliciousness of Tacos Chukis, I don't know what is.