Tacos, Temples and God's Wrath

The taco cart "Las Gueras" that sets up in the parking lot at work is the best thing to hit Salt Lake since that tornado that tore through Temple Square a few years back, which was actually the worst thing to hit Salt Lake since the winter of '97/98, which was the best snow we had received since Snow the rapper came through here on his "Informer" tour about 12 or so years ago. If you don't follow, let me approach this in a different way. The Temple Square tornado was God's wrath coming upon us for all the Single's Ward and other Mo-Mo movies we have created. The winter of '97/98 was an incredible snow year. I was working at Snowbird that winter and was stuck up there for 3 days (poor me, poor powder) while the Utah Highway Patrol worked to clear the road up Little Cottonwood Canyon that had been completely covered by several avalanches. One lady that was trapped up there gave birth to a brand new slimy baby. It proves that even life has small miracles every day of every minute. Alisson Kraus was right. Snow is a reggae rapper that had an album called 12 Inches of Snow, referring not to depth of white stuff on the ground, rather the imaginary length of his own manhood. The taco cart outside is the best one I've known in years of taco carting. Absolutely. Rebeka makes these huge quesadillas where she throws a pile of cheese right on the grill, then puts the tortilla on top of it. Then she scoops it all up, puts the spicy meat of your choice inside, then serves it to you in a to-go box with rice, beans, grilled onions, and a roasted pepper. You load it with your preferred combination of toppings (pico de gallo, fresh blended guac, salsa verde or roja, squeezed lime and whatever else). The whole thing costs three bucks even and you can hardly eat it all. Tacos are one solid dollar a piece. She knows you by first name. I can't take this, I'm going out there right now.