On the corner of Roosevelt and 75th sit two taco carts that caused me a great deal of distress the last time I was in Queens. I was finishing up my first Queens food crawl, and we had already eaten at Spicy Mina and were waiting for our names to be called at Sripraphai, so I couldn't justify grabbing a taco.
The planned agenda on this food crawl was to move from Chinese food to Indian food. We hadn't exactly scheduled for a Mexican break. But I couldn't just walk by either, so I sat there back against the wall, staring at the two carts.
Finally it became clear that I needed to have something, and I hemmed and hawed over which cart to choose. I tried to discern which cart had more Spanish, hoping that would signal some extra authenticity, but they were the same. Finally, I chose on the basis of the spicy pickles available in the second cart.
And I got a chicharrone taco, my first. I stared as the lady layered queso fresco over the crispy fried pork skins. Then I and the Dr. Consultant went at it, chowing down on the taco simultaneously, cheese pulling from our lips, each of us hunched over the flimsy paper plate in our own blissful Lady and the Tramp moment.
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A! How's the Chi treating you? I'm sure you've had your share of delicious goodies at this point ;)
I wanted to recommend a couple of really wonderful places you should try, if you have any time for yourself these days. I guess your gmail email is best?
xo!
too bad you chose the second taco stand... the picture of the first one is my mexican boyfriend's absolute favorite place for tacos in all of new york city and i can vouch for some amazing tostadas and quesodillas from there too!
Oh that's so sad that I appeared to have chosen the wrong taco stand. If by wrong I mean that I still lucked out on an incredibly tasty chow down experience. Neverthless, I will definitely try do a Queen Food Crawl redux this summer and remedy the mistake. Thanks for the tip!
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