Oh man, the smell of those sizzling tacos in the early light always snaps me back to the old market in Mexico City, the one where the street vendors shout and the sun peeks over the rooftops. The spicy chorizo, the fresh lime squeeze, the crack of the warm tortilla – that combo pulls every memory of that crowded, fragrant alley into the present. It's like every bite is a little time machine that lands me right back in that alley, hearing the chatter and feeling the heat of the day.