Unprepossessing is an understatement, but oh the cabeza.
Taqueria Guadalupana carnitas, pastor, lengua, tacos, burritos, what are considered the Platonic idea of tortas by the torta eaters in my household. It is, as they say, ALL good.
So good one time we were sitting in there after having thrift shopped at the conveniently-in-the-same-center Sheepfold and Family Thrift as per usual, and a train creaked and groaned to a halt over there across Orange-Olive. Two guys alighted, made their way across the tracks and the right-of-way, across the street, into Taqueria Guadalupana. A place so good that trains stop in the middle of the track to go there, THAT is HOW GOOD it is.
And the people there are nice, too.