Tito was born high in the hills of Mexico some 70 years ago. His father was killed in or by the Mexican Army, Tito has never clarified this point. His mother died when he was young, and he was forced to raise his 3 brothers, and 4 sisters. Tito fed them tacos for sustenance using his mothers famous recipe she had taught him when he was only a tyke. This is the story of a man that I believe to be true, and for all I know could be.
Tito’s Tacos has been a staple of the Culver City region long before my presence on this earth. The modest establishment is always crowded, and if my math is correct his fortune is akin to that of Walmart. Reviewing this is like reviewing the Mona Lisa. Entrenched are the patrons whom would accuse me of blasphemy for anything less than unadulterated praise (That of course makes an erroneous assumption that anyone has read this article).
The taco shells are deep fried, and filled with tender juicy beef. They are topped with lettuce, and have the option of cheese, but as my old decrepit Los Angeles native mother said to me, ‘purist don’t get it with cheese.’
After a night of friends, family, cops, and tawdry woman accompanied by vats of booze, these tacos preformed admirable, settled me down, and let me refocus on what reality looks like. If you can call tacos simple and straightforward, that is what I’d call these.
While they are good, I do not see why it induces a zealous cult like atmosphere. People come here in droves, and I find it astounding. The salsa is decent, but very watery, and incredibly mild. It is however quite fresh, as is everything there which is what I like in a bustling, quick and easy joint.
The food is inexpensive, and they’re a cash only establishment. There were 2 ants in my drink, but that’s just part of doing business. Go there for the atmosphere, the food, and a possible parking ticket. May the memory of Tito’s mama live on, if the legend be true.
Location: 11222 Washington Pl, Culver City, CA 90230
