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What up playa!!?? La Playa, Mexico that is. I know, that was a corny opening line. I had to do it. The joke was all t-ball’d for me…all I had to do was swing.

Living in San Diego has a couple of great perks. You can put your top down in the Winter time (cars and the invention that holds a woman’s breasts), the ladies are beautiful and come from the many corners of the world, the San Diego slap hands and then knuckle clash handshake greeting thing, and of course the many, many taco shops that are open as long as the night is. However, the main event of the perks is that San Diego’s geographical position on the map puts it about 20 minutes away from a country known for burning the late night tequila: MEXICO!!

A few months back a friend of ours acquired a house right near the beach (say the bold text in a Jamaican accent…it’s fun.) in La Playa, Mexico. Did I forget to mention that the house’s rent is only $275 dollars? Oh, what a country! Cause our friend’s day of birth was getting close, his wife invited us, his buddies, to their house in La Playa for a celebration of this wonderful day. It was our great pleasure to accept (say the bold text in an English accent…it’s fun). While our friend’s wifey was setting up the festivities we decided to hit the beach as all of us gringos tend to do.

Hey, it’s my beautiful buddies. Hi buddies!

After drinking a couple cans of classic Pabst Blue Ribbon, our stomachs were speaking to us. So, to quiet our stomachs we went on a mission to fill our food tanks. We randomly ran into a spot right near the beach (say the red text in a Chinese accent and the bold text in a Colombian accent…it’s fun) called Mariscocos.

Before coming to Maricocos, I thought my Mexican food education was that of a scholar. During my Maricocos visit, I learned that my Mexican food knowledge was that of a mentally handicapped bunny rabbit. After my Maricocos visit, my Mexican food rank was upped to student. Not bad considering I was just a bunny rabbit. Ribbit Ribbit…wait a minute…that’s a sound a frog makes.

Maricocos is an all seafood joint. Though their menu isn’t as big as say, an El Torito, they didn’t need a ginormous menu to prove that they were on point like a prison shank. Their fish tacos were so simple yet so tasty. The freshness of the chopped tomatoes, onion, lettuce, and guacamole topped on top two pieces of fish and all wrapped in a soft taco was all that the recipe was. I believe the freshness of the fish and veggies is what made the meal. Our waiter was equally as great as the food was. Though he only spoke limited English, he tried to his best ability to communicate with us. Then again, wouldn’t it be some shit if he knew perfect English, but he was just messing with us. It would be even more funnier if he wanted to use his ultimate English speaking skills, but his boss told him to act like a non-English speaking person because the boss loved to watch stupid gringos attempt to communicate with his employees in Spanish, like:

“Hole-uh sen-your, I would like dose fish tacos with gwack-a-mol-ee. Grassy-ass pour-fayvor.”

It’s only fair that they make fun of our language skills. Cause we damn sure make fun of them when they are on the USA side of the border. Don’t act like you don’t make fun of our international friends when their English is limited. It’s not to put them down…it’s just funny. Like when somebody trips. First you make sure they’re okay…and then you point and laugh at them until they cry. Oh, yeah we do that and we do it the best.

As if the food weren’t enough, we got to watch the sun set right before our eyes. In fact, I remember taking this beautiful picture because I had to move a big bowel.

Check out these prices. One american dollar is equivalent to about 13 Mexican pesos. That means a taco is only about a dollar and 10 cents. A marlin (yes, marlin as in that big fish with the sharp sword nose) burrito is only $3.80. You can barely sniff a marlin anus in the states for $10 let alone get to eat one with hot sauce. THANK YOU MARICOCOS.

See the menu above? Do you see the menu item that I’m looking at that is so funny? It’s definitely immature, but it’s damn sure good for a nice immature laugh.

I don’t know the address to Maricocos. I probably wouldn’t even know how to get back to Maricocos. However, if you find your way to La Playa, Mexico ask one of the locals to point you towards it. If you find yourself in an alley, the locals are probably planning to rob you. I’m not saying that they are all out to rob you. I’m just saying that if you get robbed you probably deserved it because you shouldn’t have been wearing your expensive Ray-Bans and all your gold chains when traveling south of the border.

Arriba!!!

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