Pregunta: What the eff is huarache, joe?
Respuesta: Masa as fresh as Rappers Delight, stuck into a grimy ass tortilla press, all jammed together by frijoles fritos, cousin.
You could easily throw some chimichurri on this flatbread fucker and call it nap time, but go head and select from the dozen+ items that Dona Chio throws your way. I suggest the tinga (spicy marinated chicken), chorizo con papas (yall best know what the fuck is up) and rajas (grilled vegetables). Authenticity bukkake.
Wanna Reading Rainbow my ass? Dona Chio. Google map them shits out, Waldo’s World. Your depressing and disheartened Albert Derrion and 2016 Olympic bid (Eat A Dick, Oprah!) office convi will fade out like Brian Austin Green.