Taco Therapy

Even Spuds has some moments that look like a far cry from anything that could be considered part of a best life ever. 

These are the moments that define a dog; that separate the typical, whining mutt from a pure bred party animal. These are the moments that Spuds lives for. The ones that call for extreme measures: non-stop afrocentric hip-hop, multi-hour rides on beach cruisers while donning windbreakers offering Thermonuclear Protection, and a special menu item that is sure to get your tail wagging--TACOS!

Spuds recognizes a gift from G-d when he sniffs one; and the power possessed in these little diddies have parted seas and inspired multiple social movements far and wide (most notably, a group of philanthropic bicycle gang members who bless those around them with the call of the Whistle Tip).

Just remember to go for the corn tortillas. Yep, I said it: corn. Spuds knows how to keep it authentic and he fully grasps that there is no room for gluten in a proper meal de Mexico. He also has a bit of a sensitive tummy when it comes to that stuff. He blames it on prison food, not genetics. (Spuds hates when people blame their parents for their own issues.)

Lucky enough to find yourself in NYC or the iLLadelph? Spuds has got you covered. If you're skateboarding through SoHo, Spuds heart belongs to La Esquina.  Pedealing through Philly? Make it a full Tour de Taco and stop at El Limon for some quality carnitas and free sangria before making your way down the Schyukill Path and treating yourself to Distrito's Taco Bar.

Note: taco therapy has been known to induce sudden outbursts of freestyling in spanglish. 

So roll up a fatty of carnitas and guac, check your rhyme and don't leave your wallet in El Segundo, fool; because the only thing taco therapy can't remedy is identity theft.

Woof, woof.