This soft taco felt like a West Coast handshake with East Coast attitude. The flour tortilla had just the right chew—pliable and tender with a faint char. Inside, the fried cod stole the spotlight: a crispy golden armor outside with flaky, delicate fish that broke apart like a poorly-kept secret. The veggies stayed sharp and cool, a fresh crunch that squared up against the heat without breaking a sweat. The guacamole was light-bodied and silky, and the salsa verde had a brisk, lemon-zest brightness. And the salsa? Herb-heavy, with a green, snappy boldness that felt more East Village rooftop than Baja roadside. A soft shell, but no soft punch.