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My favorite quesadilla is from Flash Taco in Chicago. They’re a total 24 hour, post-bar closing, 6 hours later loose stool factory but if you order the carne asada quesadilla to-go, and they don’t know you, they ask where you live.
If you answer outside of a handful of blocks away they won’t sell it to you due to the risk of deteriorating optimal consumption. It’s like their one pride item, basted in butter, a succulent marriage of greatness, and to their credit you have about 10 minutes to rejoice in it before it transitions into an entirely different and lesser food thing.
IYKYK
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