Tacos, Margaritas, Siesta, Repeat

“For one split second the other day, when having dinner at Chile Toreado, the sun glanced my plate at an exact angle, and it seemed like, ‘Tacos, margaritas, siesta, repeat,’ was the perfect mantra for the rest of life. Then the sunlight shifted, and I scarfed down a plate of the most amazing tacos.” -What somebody is saying on 35th Street, probably.