All this talk of street food got me thinking about one of my all time favorites, the fish taco. I grew up eating fish tacos and I even love making them. I’ve spent years looking for the best fish taco ever. I’ve come close on occasion but none will compare to that first fish taco I had while camping on the beach in San Felipe as a child. I’ve been searching ever since but the hunt has become a favorite pastime not to mention a form of family bonding. We moved to San Diego from New York when I was five and my dad fell in love with San Diego. The mostly Mexican neighborhood of North Park has been his home for the last 20 years. When I come visit we pretty much eat our weight in Mexican food every time. I’m positive my appreciation for authentic Mexican has as much to do with love as it does with being in such close proximity to the border.

This Marisco’s German taco truck parks around the corner  from my dad’s house pretty much every day and is one of our favorite haunts. He swears by their grilled shrimp, pepper, onion and melted cheese taco. It’s kind of a hybrid of a fajita a quesadilla and a taco. Yum!

Why is there always a crowd  on the corner of University and 35th Ave. lining up to eat under a cheap umbrella in the parking lot of a liquor store? Behold: