I knew they were touching the food without proper hygiene/glove and stuff, but I thought it just added the Mexican flavor.

I knew they spoke no English and had poor service, and I justified it by thinking my mom didn't speak English and yelled at me all the time, and I still love her.

I knew the stuff they cook weren't good for you and probably will kill you someday. So I went with Mediterranean diet the rest of the week just to balance it out, and I hated olive oil.

I once went to Juarez for business (back when you could still come back alive), and I asked the local if they had Beto's.


That's how much I love Beto's.