Our twenty-eight PG& E delay is over, the five stitches on Joe’s left hand (power sander gone awry) are healing, the sawdust is mopped up, and the bar at Mosto is stocked with hundreds of tequilas.
Don’t miss Mrs. Reyes’ tamales (Mosto only), the albondigas with a side of tortillas, the broccoli rabe, or the pumpkin flan. Don’t miss the homage to Lalo, our official juicer, brought to us by eBay. Or my untouched-up iPhone photos of our trip to Tulum (by the bathroom) and impending death by hurricane. Or the jars on the ceiling of Mosto which now contain the life contents of our dear friends. Look for Roberta’s signature red Chanel lipstick, the lock of Moss’s blue hair (Silas paid him $2 for it), the spare key to Stephanie’s office, Nicholas’s arty jar of text, and Lou’s thumb-drive of Joe yammering on about tequila.
And really don’t miss a peak into our private room—full of skylights, exposed rafters and original Paul Madonna artwork—which can fit 50 seated and 75 standing. Hello holiday party! (Book now before its full with Kory at kory@tacolicious.com.)
It’s official: Starting at 5:30 tonight for dinner, Tacolicious II and Mosto (741 Valencia St., between 18th and 19th) are now open to the public. Tacolicious will be open daily from 11:30 am to midnight. Mosto will be open daily from 5 pm to midnight. Please come stop by. We’d love to see you.
Mosto awaits you. It looks even better at night when it's open. (Photo by Tyler Gourley)
Hello Tacolicious! You're looking mighty fine. (Photo by Tyler Gourley)