Not Bad, Malo
There is a song in the early summer evening air and it’s a song of hipsters, small yummy tacos, and very, very strong drinks. I live a considerable distance from Malo, but it’s always a great place to meet up with people before going to the Greek. Malo is on Sunset Boulevard, the décor is dark, iron is very much in evidence, there are lots of curtains. Outside, the décor is minimal, with a tent over the patio. It’s not warm out there, but they have heaters which they’re perfectly happy to light for you.
They say that their most popular dish is the beef and pickle tacos (seriously!), and they aren’t bad, though they taste a little like the tacos your mom used to make when you were a kid so that she didn’t have to go to Taco Bell, except that the shells are freshly deep fried and crispy, instead of coming from a box.
Most of the tacos are served on small corn tortillas, a la carte. The beef is good, I understand the fish are excellent, but the real winner is the chorizo, delicately seasoned, it doesn’t assault the pallette, instead, it’s just firmly good, and it’s the only one that comes with guacamole and sour cream.