@ehBeth,
I remember chorizo and eggs in TJ a long time ago, great. That was about a day after my mother warned me yet again how dangerous Mexico was, before we set out. Of course, now in 2009 TJ could make my mother just nod.
I've eaten a lot of sausages.. depends on who made them - I wouldn't generalize about portuguese or mexican or spanish or italian (which I'm most familiar with and some are awful) or german, etc. Sausages, and similar, vary.
Which reminds me, we called our friend ML, "Choriza". She and another friend had their hair done, while a few others of us hit the pottery shops in Rosarita Beach (this was in the late sixties). They both showed up after two hours with sausage curls, ML's the more flamboyant. I do mean flamboyant. I shouldn't sound above it all, as I got a beehive doo in Guadalajara a short month or two later that I went straight to the RestRoom and combed/washed out. I suppose you could have called me hair flume another word or two..