Friday night bike ride.
It appeared like a vision,
Answering prayers.
4 thoughts on “Dreams From My Taqueria”
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Friday night bike ride.
It appeared like a vision,
Answering prayers.
Comments are closed.
I’ve had that experience in a couple of variations. There’s nothing like a lot of physical exertion to work up an appetite. And when you’re really hungry food can taste so good.
Jon, As a raw youth of 18 or 19, working a summer job at a steel mill east of Chicago, I left the 2nd shift one night and happened on a taco truck on the side of the road. I guess it’s true that one never forgets their first. That was, if you can believe it, my first taco. It was unforgettably good.
Onions, tomato
Chilis and lime for some zest
Cilantro’s the key
This place was excellent. There was a constant group of waiting customers. They had a security guard whose main job seemed to be helping people to park in the small lot.