There used to be this little taco stand right outside of hussongs in Ensenada, made the best damn tacos, of course I was always hammered when I got to them, that may have been a factor in the quality thing. We used to go to 181 and party, a bunch of friends from work. There was this little old lady that would come by with a basket of warm tamales, scrumptious. 181, a beach 181 kilometers from the border with nice sand beaches and a very industrious beer stand about 200 yards away. Those were the days, 65-73, mexico was a blast. boy did we party. Unfortunately,. I believe my generation has seen the best of times.... It's a sad commentary for my kids and grandkids. BTW, there was always some young guy that would come by with bags of weed, 5 bucks for a baggie full, good shit too.