I watched a documentary about hillbilly dancing called Talking Feet last night, and enjoyed it. I lived for many years in the hills of Arkansas, which in many ways is caught in an ebb of time, drawing itself backwards toward a point antebellum as is much of the south and west lately, begging the question: did the union win the war between the states? Consider Governor Steve ‘Ironquaff’ Perry’s entirely opportunist secesh invocations. Not that the other side has a spine left to break, as they can bend so easily without it. People are stupid enough to vote, me included, but I can’t help but think it’s hopeless. Now that this election has ended the 2012 presidential race can begin in earnest. God help us. Politics is hell, pass the ammunition. Both sides think we’re in bad shape, at least we can agree on something.
When I stopped at Grandma’s Gorditas today, there was a guy pulling a campaign sign out of the grass on the side of Greenwood. I half expected him to replace it with another. Switching my ipod from podcasts to music I pulled into the drive-thru. The sun was bright and the sky clear, briefly. I ordered and drove around to the 2nd window. The excellent hand-painted signs sat on layers of peeling paint over rotting wood siding. Two doors on the back of the building must have at one time been restrooms but now one is padlocked shut and the other is unmarked. I got my food and pulled under a long free-standing shade structure, probably built in the 50s, with wind damage bad enough that I worried about the integrity of the thing.
The first thing you notice is the size of the tacos. They appear normal if somewhat square within their wrappers but once they’re opened up the appear to be almost half again the size of many of the local tacos. The chorizo & egg had a good strong flavor, not too salty, with a bit in the back of the throat. The carne guisada was good, chewy but tender, and also had very little salt. I like salt, but I also like it when food comes with little salt in it so I can add it myself. The tortillas were fresh, but not quite newborn and a little dusty with flour. The salsa had a very strong red chili flavor. All in all, this place is not bad.
I should mention that this place has a special place in my heart, as I bought about a gross of tamales for my wedding from here. They do catering as well, and though I’d doubt it’s anything like the catering Water Street does, I can vouch for the tamales.
Our Taco Award Winner for this week is:
Anyone who is a fan of comic book heroines or old school rap should appreciate Coco, who in part bears a striking resemblance to the eponymous Coco de Mer. She’s not a rapper and she hasn’t been in a comic, but she does have the proportions of a superhero and she is married to Ice-T, 21 years her senior, who is so old-school his website has a flash progress bar. I’ve scoured Coco’s twitter feed, her website, imdb, wikipedia, and google all in search of some intellectual of altruistic counterpoint to her mind-bending hotness but have come up empty. All of this makes me wonder if the sheer mass of her curves might not tear a hole in the fabric of space-time just like what was predicted with the LHC. In spite of this I post the picture to your left and hope the universe survives.
Offer includes 2 tacos, an audience with the ‘tacoteurs,’ and a free tacotopia t-shirt. Please redeem this offer at to email@example.com. on a Friday morning of your choice. Offer subject to cancellation by order of the wives of the tacoteurs. Enter to win by emailing your name on the back of Coco.