Tacos Apatzingan

Good food

Gucci

A long line is always a good sign when it comes to food. It could turn out to be the best thing you've ever eaten, or most of the people are just lazy and dumb. In which case, at least you learned something, right? There was a long line of people standing outside Tacos Apatzingan's taco truck when I passed it, two consecutive days.

They're out of carnitas. Damnit to hell and back! Fine, carne asada it is. 8 minutes later, four $1.25 tacos stood on our plate. The salsa not looking very inviting, but the bottom of the barrel micro sized nibbles of steak looked delicious to me. However, the friend thought the maillard effect had worn down the meat to the point of crunchy cow pellets. They were steaming hot, the chile was picante, but didn't sing and looked gloopy. My radishes looked practically mauve and needed about a bottle's worth of Curel to reduce the ashy status. As we stood outside the car, in between the liquor store and gas station/liquor store, the truck took off within minutes of handing us our tacos. Would our food have been different had it not been the end of their day? I doubt it.

It was hilarious and Vaudevillian-esque the way they just drove off the parking lot without sign or warning. Friend and I heard a "ca-clunk," looked up and saw the ass-back of the truck veering right onto the main road.