Buonas Tardes, Fagatrones! Charlie somehow managed to miss the Bedford subway stop and ended up at Jefferson instead in a village called Bushwick. Lucky for him they have cuisine in this town, and even luckier that he happened upon the most delicious taco eatery of his young life. It’s a kind of a tortilla factory or Tortilleria as they say in Mexican where you can sit in a small dining area or garage and watch undocumented trucks whiz by– and now and then gawk at sweaty bois on bikes who come from all over Brooklyn to taste el magico. Go get lost and enjoy!
