It took me a while to believe that I was born and raised in this city and never had heard of Guisados. I was relieved to find out that they only opened in 2010 because there's no way tacos this insanely delicious could have escaped me and my family for 30 years.
It was cool however, to find out that once telling my mother that my new favorite Mexican restaurant in LA was in Boyle Heights, that my family had a whole history with the little town east of Los Angeles.
Apparently my grandfather Ruben, or Grandpa Tortilla as I used to call him, was born and raised in Boyle Heights. And my Grandpa Tortilla although extremely loving with his grandchildren and family, was not particularly fond of "white people," especially Jews. So like many rebellious kids might do, my mother made a point to get herself into a relationship with my Jewish father. But here's the catch. My father's mom, my Grandma, Grandma Sally, was also from Boyle Heights. Now if I wanted to, I could write a saga about the shenanigans of old grandma Sally, but I don't have that kind of time on my hands right now. Let's just say, that generally speaking my Grandma Sally loved me and pretty much everyone else could go "youknowwhat" themselves. However, there was one other person that Grandma was particularly fond of, and that was my Grandpa Tortilla. According to my mom, it was because of the Boyle heights upbringing, that they completely bonded.