On Serious Eats:
She entertained other customers by singing, “Lengua, lengua, lengua,” to the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Then she stole one of my tortillas and created her own taco with a mix of lengua, carnitas, and carne asada. “I’m eating a real taco!” she declared, dropping meat on the floor of the bus.
On Culinate:
Shortly after my wife and I moved to Seattle in 1996, she brought me a styrofoam container of pad Thai from a nearby restaurant, Siam on Broadway. Pad Thai was already Seattle’s civic dish at the time, but I was new to the area, and to Thai food in general. I poked a fork in and wondered what this stuff was all about.
i’m a los angeleno living in new england for six months. taunting us with in-n-out is just MEAN.
i read all the rest of your words, and enjoyed them…
but all i can think right now is: ANIMAL. STYLE. FRIES.
heather, I lived in LA for two years and In-N-Out is about the only thing I miss.
believe me, even typing “los angeleno” made me shudder, a little.
how nice that you (clearly!) live in a place with taco trucks, so you don’t have to miss those!
I really like the Rancho Bravo taco truck on 45th by Dicks. They make their own horchata, a rarity. And their Lengua is always perfect. I have eaten at nearly every other taco truck in this city and portland, and this one takes the cake for me.
I was in Tucson earlier this year and they have a bizarre version of the taco trucks there, which feature asada and hot dogs.
Honestly, you can’t say you’ve really “had” a good taco until you’ve driven across the border into TJ and ordered a few, with a cold beer on the side… all for a whopping $2.50.
“Lengua, lengua, little star.” Oh, Iris–you slay me. =-)