Over NYE weekend I visited the taco stand right next to No Malice (bar in east village for the non NYC readers). Anyone who’s gone drinking with me knows that by 2 A.M. I have a predilection for drunk texting, dirty dancing, and tacos.

Imagine how happy I was when I was able to do all three in the span of 15 minutes. The taco stand next to no malice has the freshest, tastiest, tacos south of San Loco. I should know. I ate two chicken tacos in a row. I would’ve ordered one more but I ran out of cash.

Oh, and to the guy manning the taco stand that night: I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was just really hungry. And broke.