Thursday, December 15, 2005
Tacos (Part Dos)
I have this one "easy button" in life: whenever I'm super hungry, super broke and super in a rush to get home and watch my daily dose of primetime TV crime dramas, I venture a little ways up Buford Highway and grab some tacos from a variety of local locales. I've experimented with only a few taquerias in that area, simply because I'm intimidated to go in many of these establishments on my own. This is primarily due to the strange fact that there are so few females that dine in any of these places, but mainly I stick with my usual suspects because I feel sorry that I don't speak Spanish. I wouldn't care as much if I didn't look the part, but because I look like I would speak the language, I always hate it when I don't understand what people are saying to me. What makes things even tougher is the fact that I want to start going beyond the al pastor, asada and carnitas to try something new. But when I start asking questions, that is when I get into trouble. I remember the last time I was at Taqueria Michoacan (3328 Buford Hwy / 404.321.0600), I asked about this one taco that was on the menu. I remember asking "que es...." and pointing to the item. The waitress didn't know what it was, so she went to ask the cook. She came back with her answer, but the only part of it that I was able to catch was "carne." Ok, so I was going to eat meat. I ask, "es bueno?" She says "si." What did I really expect her to say?
So I order an al pastor, a chorizo and my mystery taco "para llevar" (to go), and chill out with the all male population watching a spanish equivalent of the Grammy's, I think. I get home, unwrap my little parcel, turn on Criminal Minds, and get to eating. My system is this: one bite of each taco, alternating each bite with either smokey chile red salsa or tomatillo green salsa. In the picture above, you can see the al pastor and the chorizo tacos. The one folded over to the left is the mystery one.
Mystery taco it remains. It was, shall I say, beefy, but hell, I don't know if I was eating beef cheek, beef ass, or beef hoof. It was a bit fatty for my taste; the meat seemed to be attached to a membrane and it freaked me out. I don't like random animal parts! So I didn't finish it, but gobbled up the other two. Really, I should have known better, but it was a good experiment nonetheless. So if you are here in the Atlanta area, know your Mexican food and feel like having a Highway adventure, holla back. Leave me a comment, that is.
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I vote that you were eating "beef ass", if only because I would love to have a friend who ate "beef ass".
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