It wouldn’t have occurred to me to order quesadillas at such a serious restaurant, but that’s what my friend Greta wanted. And it was a wonderful idea. Soft warm and rich, wrapped in thick, hand-made tortillas, they were the perfect comfort food. A zesty guacamole and a spicy green salsa moved them into heavenly territory.
Oh yum! When I come to LA next time will you tell me all of your secret eateries, or should I be archiving them now?
I’ll insist on giving you the personal tour of my favorites!
I love a good quesadilla. Looks good.