I left out one of the most crucial details of my second LA trip, not because I forgot about it or didn’t like it, just because I didn’t want to post this without the proper photo.
Oh trust me, it’s worth it.
What I failed to mention was this crazy phenomenon LA kids know of as “Taco Truck.”
Yes, TRUCK.
Apparently there are these various TRUCKS that show up at specific locations around the city after [bar] hours and serve up some delicious Mexican fare to the drunk and hungry masses. Nico made sure I didn’t miss out on this during my visit last month, god bless him.
We’d spent the previous couple of hours at a bar in Nico’s neighborhood (Shooters? Sneakers? Help me out here, Nico) after I’d landed at LAX and by the time we left the bar, I was HUNGRY.
Enter: taco truck.
Patrons order at that little window and we waited probably 10 minutes or so from the time we put in our order until the time we were sitting on the median in the middle of the four-lane road, enjoying our little taco truck picnic.
I had chicken tacos and a cheese quesadilla and yes, my taste buds were totally blown away. It was the perfect amount of carbs and cheese for this weary little nomad, and a phenomenon certainly worth NOT missing.
Thanks, Nico!
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Re: “Footsies” in Highland Park is the bar we hit.
And you’re very welcome! Man, I’m getting hungry just reading this post. Today might have to be a burrito day.
Taco trucks are an amazing little surprise, no? Love them.
A TACO TRUCK? Umm, YUM!