I might have discovered the world's best quesadilla at the un-aptly named House of Pies here in Los Feliz.



This sounds cliche and has probably been used before on this sight, but the flavors and tastes and textures are like a party in my mouth. Or should I say, a fiesta in my mouth.

The ingredients are simple: tortilla shell, cheese, steak with carne asada, green peppers, tomato in a pico de gallo-esque form, and avocados. But they use the right amounts of each ingredient, with the piping hot pico de gallo adding a juicy element to go along with the crispiness of the tortilla, the soft warmness of the cheese, the rough yet tender steak, and the ever amazing mush that fresh avocados give. The House of Pies isn't afraid to load this up either. This is a stuffed quesadilla, unlike anything you would see at Taco Bell, and the cheese does that thing cheese does whenever you have the right amount at the right melty temperature.

Its big. Its juicy. It warms my tongue and drips down my lips. It invites me to open my mouth wide as I savor every succulent crevice. My fingers are wet from its juices as I explore, trying to find the best way to dive in. When I close my eyes I yearn for it and I daydream, wishing I had more, right here, right now.

Mmm. Zesty.

Labels: House of Pies, quesadillas