CHRIS WALKER VS. STREET TACOS

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I arrived into Guadalajara two days ago. Emerging out of customs, my Mexican Distributor asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner. “Something authentic,” I said. “Something truly Mexican.” He took me to just that: an empty cantina serving beer, sopes, and pocole soup. We ate well, had two beers a piece, and called it a night.

The next afternoon my Mexican Distributor’s brother, Other Mexican Distributor, picked me up from my hotel and asked me if I was hungry. I skipped the gringo Americano breakfast because I know Other Mexican Distributor knows where to find the best street tacos in Guadalajara. I told him, “Take me to the best taco place you know.”
“I’m going to take you to this place, it’s nice, you like.”
“Do you eat there?” I asked.
“No.”
“Take me to your favorite place to get tacos.”
“It is street taco –“
“Take me there.”

He took me to a street taco vendor specializing in asada tacos. In my near-euphoric state I described them as “incredible, the epitome of what fast food should be.” I indulged in two different styled tacos (basic asada and asada with bacon, grilled peppers), mixing salsas, and onions, and cilantro, washing it all down with a Coke. It was perfect.

Two days later, after a draining trip through Mexico City, I am in Chile. I went for a run this morning, looking for restaurants to go to, places to try, but on a very surface level Santiago seems to have no depth. No culture. No authentic fare. Of course, it’s too premature to write off the entire place but, after a miserable lunch (Chileans don’t know how to make risotto, trust me), and a failed attempt at dinner (Tuesday is evidently a dead day), my Mexican Distributor and I ended up at the hotel bar drinking heavily, eating potato chips (a travesty, honestly).

Hopefully, the rest of my journey will go better on a culinary level. As we are near “el fin del mundo” my Mexican Distributor and I do have plans to drink vodka with Penguins. We’ll see if that happens. I’ll take pictures.


Posted: October 3rd, 2007 | Author: Chris Walker | Filed under: Alcohol, Chile, Food | No Comments »

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  1. 1 mike g said at 10:57 pm on October 4th, 2007:

    Leave it to an American to fly all the way to South America to get drunk with penguins.

  2. 2 Pockets said at 11:10 pm on October 4th, 2007:

    And to top it all off, Russian Penguins! I know someone who knows someone who would probably be jealous.

    I hope you packed your carnivore face (but not for when you’re drinking with the penguins, I’m not sure they’ll trust you).

  3. 3 wilddreemer said at 8:25 pm on February 16th, 2008:

    The husband says his favorite tacos are from the Roach Coach that stops by his work. Also, he wants me to tell you one of the best burritos in this area is at the Northstar ski resort cafeteria. Who woulda thunk it.

    And from all my comments it sounds like we only eat Mexican, wait, we pretty much do.

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