All about the setting, baby:
Gas station tacos on the outskirts of downtown? Cows? That's half the fun!
There's considerable debate around where the tacos rank - but you just gotta go down there once in a while.
Choose from Picadillo, Barbacoa, al Pastor, or the Chicken or Beef Fajitas.
To be honest, my favorite part of the trip is getting a "Cup -o-Elotes" while I wait for my tacos. It's a crazy-great bastardized version of the traditional street food. But instead of a corn on the cob with the usual condiments, this is all just mixed up in a cup. Corn, butter, mayo, crema, cotija cheese, lime, chili powder... damn. (Hey, you all know I'm all about Robuchon - but one must have an open palate).
...and of course, after dinner on the hood of your pick-up - you can take a swim. Greatness.
, it was paid for with Cold Hard Cash, and that's that.
OK. I still haven't been yet. My husband is harshly critical of me for not wanting to eat in the back of the truck. But, are you kidding about the swimming? What's up with that?
Posted by: Margie | April 22, 2009 at 06:38 PM