Monthly Archives: November 2008

Heaven for 99 cents


I was sitting in a taco shop the other day, eating a bean and cheese burrito and loving it. A couple tables over were two young men eating burritos. Well, one of them was actually on his cell phone, referring to the person on the other end as “dog” and trying feverishly to plot out the next 60 minutes of his life. Then he hung up and took a bite of his food. Brief pause. “There’s nothing like a bean and fucking cheese buritto, dog,” he said to his dining companion. “Seriously, dog. I’ve got nothing but love for these bad boys.”

If I didn’t have hot sauce and sour cream on my fingers, and didn’t mind being called “dog,” I might’ve high-fived him.

I love taco shops, and the bean and cheese burrito is always the first thing I order when I go to one for the first time. There’s just something so perfect, so pure about a good bean and cheese burrito. Whoever invented them should get a Nobel Prize, or a Pulitzer, or a Heisman Trophy or something. A taco shop has to make something else really well to get my repeat business if it makes a bad bean and cheese burrito.


Picking a favorite taco shop is impossible, but the one I go to the most these days is Reyberto’s (3017 Clairemont Drive, next to Keil’s). Or maybe it’s Rey Berto’s. They’re a little inconsistent with their signs. Anyway, they make a killer bean and cheese burrito, and for dirt cheap. The regular price is $1.86 — no extra charge for cheese like at the Roberto’s down the street. And on Mondays they’re on special for just 99 cents.

All but one of the people who work there are friendly, and the one who’s not friendly is simply indifferent, not a grouchypants or anything. I’m happy to give them my business.

Another thing I judge taco shops on is their salsa, and Reyberto’s doesn’t disappoint there. They make their salsa fresh every day, one of the women employees told me, and it’s always delicious. They have a salsa/peppers/carrots bar where you can ladle salsa into little styrofoam cups. That can get a little messy, so I’ll usually ask for one of the bottles they keep refrigerated behind the counter.

Aside from usual taco shop fare, Reyberto’s also has gyros. I’ve never tried them, but you can get gyro quesadillas, gyro burritos and other stuff. They also sell hand-carved wood furniture, like headboards for beds and wooden statues of the snake-slaying bird on the Mexican flag. There are a few of the wood items in the shop, plus a binder with photos of others that they’ll presumably bring in for you if you’re interested.


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Please make me stop going here


Every time I go to the Morena Club, I wake up the next morning and swear I’m never going there again. But then a couple-three weeks pass and I find mice elf going back for more.

There are many things about the Morena Club that draw me to it and/or push me away. It’s convenient for where I live, but it’s in a somewhat sketchy block. There’s a trailer park nearby, and I’ve seen some shady characters by the apartments around the corner. I regularly read the police reports for the area, and there are frequent arrests for assault, public intoxication, DUI and narcotics abuse in the block where the club is located.

Parking in the Morena Club lot can be a little dicey when it comes time to leave because you have to back out onto busy Morena Boulevard. (Could that be why there are a lot of DUI arrests?) Parking around the corner can be dicey because of the aforementioned shady characters.


The place is a dive bar with a smidgen of attitude. During the day or early evening, a jukebox supplies the music and TVs show the Padres or other sports, or perhaps some animated porn. At night they sometimes have DJs who play hip hop, or maybe reggae, or maybe ’80s stuff. There’s always a good chance you’ll hear “Pass the Dutchie” by Musical Youth. It can get a little crowded after 11 p.m. if there’s a DJ, but otherwise is usually pretty empty.

The bartenders often seem buzzed, or will unabashedly tell you they are hammered. The hot female bartender has been known to strike suggestive poses on the bar or pool table. Once when we were there Mrs. Beerandburritos saw her flash her boobs to a customer, but I missed it. If he’s drunk, the male bartender might buy a round of shots for you — and him.

The beer selection is nothing to get excited about. They have Stone Pale Ale, but it always tastes a little funny. They also have stuff like Bass and Stella Artois and Budweiser.

I’m not sure why I keep going back. Maybe it’s the slightly dangerous undercurrent. Maybe it’s hope that this time it will be better, or that this time I’ll see the bartender’s boobs. Whatever, I’m sure I’ll be there again soon.

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