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I, like anyone else who has lived in Los Angeles, hesitated to leave the city for one reason above all others: where would I get decent Mexican food? This might sound like a trivial concern, and one already addressed by Our Globalized Century, but an Angeleno needs not go far out of town any direction but south to realize just how good he has it. Seeing the world teaches us lessons we couldn\u2019t learn any other way, and each new country I experience teaches me one in particular, more powerfully every time: Mexican food doesn\u2019t travel.<\/p>\n
The fact that while living in Los Angeles I forgot about the very existence of hard-shell tacos (a southern Californian invention, ironically) says all you need to know about the glories of eating Mexican there. Or rather, I\u2019d forgotten until I went to Copenhagen and ordered, at typically great expense, one of their interpretations of that signature south-of-the-border street food. Out came a hard shell, of course \u2014 for what other kind of taco shell could there be? \u2014 made to shatter into a dozen pieces at the first bite, filled with watery ground beef smothered in mounds of sour cream topped with stiff orange shredded cheese: a culinary vision straight out of my elementary school days, but reincarnated in such comically huge proportions that it actually required the use of the knife and fork provided.<\/p>\n
And so I made my peace with a lack of proper Mexican food in Korea even before I first came to visit. Still, that didn\u2019t stop me from joining in on a trip to a local place called Dos Tacos right away, where, having learned my lesson back in Denmark, I ordered not dos tacos (or even un taco), but opted instead for \u2014 and I still don\u2019t know if I made the selection in the spirit of curiosity, self-flagellation, or both \u2014 something called a \ub098\ucd08\ud53c\uc5d0\uc2a4\ud0c0, or \u201cnacho fiesta,\u201d about which the less said the better, suffice it to say that its warmed Cheez Whiz sent me right back down the terrible Proustian path to the fourth grade.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n