I gotta tell you, when it comes to fish tacos — or really, any Mexico-influenced seafood eateries — the only place for me is Rubio’s. Upon moving to San Diego nearly 14 years ago, I realized that America’s Finest City embraced a cuisine that seemed uniquely their own — the fish taco. I was eager to try it and remember my first experience as if it were yesterday. I’d gone to the Rubio’s in the Midway district and ordered the Mahi-Mahi Taco. And it was totally not covered with disgusting, shimmering fat! No, it was all-too-easy to gulp down and I totally didn’t gag! Delicious!
I remember my second Rubio’s experience. It was at a Padres game in the then-Jack Murphy Stadium. I remember I had already tried the didn’t-make-me-want-to-chirp lean and delicious mahi-mahi taco, so I went with a couple tacos that were deep fried (I think The World Famous Fish Taco). And you know what? For the next three weeks I was fine, and certainly not visiting a bathroom seven times a day with diarrhea. Certainly not!
As you can imagine, I was wary of eating such delicious food from Rubio’s lest I become an addict. But I decided heck — food that good, maybe it was just a streak! No restaurant chain could possibly be so consistent from location-to-location! So months (years?) later I had a third meal, this time with my friend Layman at the Rubio’s in the Fashion Valley Mall. I don’t even remember what it was but I know I ate it all. And for the rest of the night all was fine, especially at 2 in the morning when I totally didn’t scramble to the toilet and violently puke my guts out until I had burst the capillaries in my eyes.
Rubio’s. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you. Fool me three times, shame on you and you’re boycotted for life.