I will not speak to most of you about the joys of potato pizza, something that was born in depression times and hard to find now.
like scalloped potato’s and béchamel sauce with peppers, sprankled with romano cheese
when in Nogales, my buddy Mikey liked nothing better at a taco place in the field by a road than goat intestines’, the had everything, cabeza, innards, maybe 30 kinds of tacos.
I ate beef but potato aint wierd at all to this irish boy