I was 15 and my Spanish club got lost in Tijuana on the way back from Ensenada,
gave up, and stopped at one of many Carnitas houses. (I think the city is designed that way.)
A big platter of the pork, corn tortillas, salsas, a bowl of chopped radishes, another of lettuce, my first taste of cilantro--sprigs on a small platter, and a tray of avocado slices.
All the platters were Fiesta ware and there was a mariachi band. It's one of my most vivid food memories.