HUNGRY GERALD

There was a time yesteryear when there was only one Mexican restaurant in New York—and it was terrible, inedible food. Then, one day as HG rambled in east Greenwich Village,  HG discovered a little hole in the wall that served delicious tacos–only taco soiurce in New York (now there are a zillion). HG was hooked on tacos. On a visit to HG/BSK’s beloved late pal, Peter Meyerson, in Los Angeles. Large Mexican poulation in that city. HG asked Peter to take him to an authenic taqueria. Peter took HG to Taco Bell. Uh, oh!!