Saturday, October 25, 2008
If you've known me for any length of time, you know that I love street vendor Mexican food.
As a former resident of Los Angeles, in recent years I would complain about the lack of access to real, quality Mexican food, specifically the carne asada here in the Triangle.
It would take visits back out to Los Angeles to satiate my palate for this gloriously simple fare.
These days, with the Latino population on the ever increase in North Carolina, my options have improved.
And then this week I hit jackpot.
I had spent the better part of the morning doing what most editors do at magazines, newspapers and websites and that is meeting with fellow editors on topics for possible features as well as speaking to/emailing with the magazine's crop of writers to see what they have on their plates.
Suddenly it was past 1 o'clock and I needed to put something in my gut, so I slipped on my jacket (it's been brisk here) and walked out the front door of the office.
Right across the street is the old Durham Bulls Ballpark which is currently under renovation.
I spotted a couple of construction workers sitting with their backs up against the fence eating, a card table set up in front of them with napkins and condiments on it.
And right next to it was a big, white, nondescript truck.
They were low on asada so I got one carnitas with my two-taco order.
There is a food god.
Now I wish that truck would come back...