These ones - they cook the food right in the truck, right? The ones we had when I was a kid … they just kept the food warm and they were often run by flirty cuties and hotties. But to go from that to this…? Run by fat Mexicans? How does something like that even happen…?
"Look - I'm tolling jou ... I'm on a break Gringo !! Its okay - I wash mi manos before I feeks de food !!
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Frankly after wrenching a few hours, the roach coach rolling in with cold drinks and hot food was a nice break. But I also didn’t expect a gourmet experience and I was smart enough to not ask what kind of meat was in the burritos.
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ReplyDeleteStill bet the burritos and tacos are bomb, Mexicans can be accused of many things but bad cooking ain't one of em...
Are we sure he's "scratching?"
ReplyDeleteGood question, given the customer asked for extra mayo...
DeleteOne place I worked had both - someone cooked meals at home, loaded them in an ice chest to keep warm, and sold them out the back of an old Cutlass. Then a proper roach coach where they had a griddle and cooked your hamburger right there in front of you. I alternated between the two depending on what they had in the Cutlass.
ReplyDeleteThe sickest, worstest case of food poisoning I ever had in my life came from the back of that Cutlass. After that I started religiously bringing my lunch from home. I'd rather eat peanut butter and crackers before I bought another goddamned meal from the parking lot after that.
The San Diego, East County, Mexican roach coaches were awesome. They had prepackaged and "cook it now" food.
ReplyDeleteGourmet? Nope, but sometimes they delivered taste bud orgasms, so good you're moaning out loud.
The only reason I would visit back there, would be for friends and Mexican food. THOUGH, San Diego does have a great freeway system.
PTomain Taco Truck. You take your life in your hands. This is true Azteca not TexMex.
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We had a place back on Long Island when I was a kid called "Bob's Burgers." Bob was a profusive sweater. He'd be grilling the burgers and his sweat would land on them! 'Wonder why he went out of business...
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