This taco shack gives new meaning to the term, “other side of the tracks” as it is literally placed square upon Figueroa where the Orange Line intersects the surface streets. It could be the heavily tattooed pachuco that always accosts me for money in front of the restaurant. Maybe it’s the noxious fumes that emanate from the trains every 12 minutes. Or perhaps it is the grill which looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since Tom Bradley’s mayoral tenure. But the ambience, environment and of course the prices makes this one of my favorite cheap eats joint in the neighborhood. Tacos al pastor is a good, good thing.