La Tapatia #2 – You’re Going Over Where?

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La Tapatia #2
(361) 852-6272
5212 Weber Rd
Corpus Christi, TX 78411

6am-10pm

Chorizo & Egg – $1.39
Carne Guisada – $1.59
Bottomless Coffee – $1.25

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This place appeared spontaneously in a google maps search for another taqueria and we thought it too serendipitous to ignore.  We may yet regret the decision – we’ll see how our stomachs fare as the day progresses. The interior was resplendent in 70s leather and green-brown button upholstery.  We really expected it might be a treasure with such a nice space to eat, clean and fresh.

Tacos
The tacos were okay, at least mine were.  I make a point of salsa being the only vegetable I consume on these taco runs, and you’d think the meat would be more likely to go south but today there was a pox on vegetables.  The salsa was incredibly hot, but not hot enough to mask a little tang – like it had been sitting at room temperature for a few too many hours, or days.  Not inedible but still a failure. The tortillas were sturdy but fresh.  The Carne Guisada was very meaty and plentiful with a dark brown sauce that Goldilocks would have been satisfied with.  Not too soupy, not too thick. The Chorizo & Egg was passable, but less than great.  The coffee was good, and the service was vigilant if somewhat uncomprehending.
I am hesitant to judge La Tapatia #2 just from just this visit, but that’s what I do.  I might come back in the evening and give it another stab but I don’t know that in a town with as many great taquerias as Corpus Christi I’d recommend it to someone looking for a good taquito.

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From the Hat

You have to love this weather.  For those of you not in la gran ciudad de Corpus Christi, I walked outside this morning into one of our six cool days of the typical year.  I’m betting on El Nino to give us a colder, wetter, winter this year…and that’s alright by me.  Granted, the north wind does bring whiffs of refinery sometimes.  Odorous vapors resultant from a myriad complicated processes – each contributing in some way to the fuel, or plastic, or chemicals that make it possible for me to get from taqueria to taqueria.   For the most part, I’m okay with it as long as it doesn’t happen all the time.

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away my brother and I would spend the summers in Yorktown, Texas with our grandparents.  We lived in San Marcos, Texas and the trek to Yorktown would take us through Smiley, Stairtown and Nopal.  (A very few in the know will remember Salute Island.)  Anyway, to make a long story even longer and more tedious, these towns smelled of OIL.  And now that smell of OIL takes me back to those summer days of carefree play – watching Roy Rogers and Tarzan movies on Saturday television, capturing Horned Lizards, swimming at the Yorktown Country Club Pool.  The best of times.

Once, as we left Yorktown, we stopped at the Texas Stop Sign to get something to eat, including fries.  Something about the fries, or the grease they were cooked in had turned the corner and was on the way out to pasture.  One bite was enough, and too much.  Needless to say it was a miserable couple of hours in the car.  Two or three times since then, I’ve tasted that taste.  It is like a warning that screams, “Do Not Eat This.”  No matter what Weird Al says.  The memory that comes with this taste, of a hot car cramped with people with cramps is not near pleasant.

So what does this have to do with tacos?  Tacotopia is a service to those who seek taco goodness.  We volunteer our time and waistlines in the pursuit of taco-knowledge, hoping in some small way to help others in their own taco spirit walk.  (And to rationalize our Friday taco consumption.)  Today, we went the extra mile.  Taqueria la Tapatia on Weber looked and smelled promising.  It was brightly-lit and colorful.  I had a Lengua and a Barbacoa, los dos con cebolla y cilantro.  (Am I in a rut, Ian?)  I ordered them on corn and they were served on flour.  An apologetic waitress brought a corn tarp on the side.  She was the bright spot in the restaurant.  The barbacoa was bland, as was the lengua.  The blandness was a perfect complement to the onions-gone-bad.  I would have covered the blue onions with salsa, in this case the hottest we’ve encountered so far, but it too had the wicked onion.  It was like someone had squeezed a sour dishrag into my taco.  The flour tort was pretty good.  I scraped off the offensive onions and moved the barbacoa over to the tough and kind of dry corn tortilla.  To no avail.  This onion has officially made my list of warning tastes.

I was not able to finish my tacos.


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El Alteño, Time Out of Mind

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2601 Ayers St
Corpus Christi, TX

(361)882-8003

Open 6:00 AM Mon-Sat,
7:00 AM Sun

Chorizo & Egg – $1.39
Carne Guisada – $1.40
Bottomless Coffee – $0.92

Today my lifespan diminishes by one year. No, not because of my steady diet of tacos, though I’m sure it’s not a recipe for longevity, but because it’s my birthday.  What better way to celebrate?  Tacos of course.  I had business in this part of town and noticed this little spot a few days ago.  Now that I’ve mapped it I realize it is right near the location where my Mother lived as a child.  The house is no longer there, torn down with a good sized chunk of the neighborhood to make way for Del Mar East.  It’s just strange to think that these things shared the same space, but not the same time.  What I don’t know about science could fill a black hole which allows me some latitude in my mind’s model of the universe and the way things work.  I think space-time is fluid, and that time travel is possible, but not like in the movies.  I think time is more a limitation of how we perceive the universe than a part of what makes it up – and when objects affect different times we can’t make it out with our tiny brains.  That’s how you get ghosts, aliens, and superstitions.  A wise man said “there’s really no difference between a time machine and a flyin’ saucer.  People get so hung up on specifics.  I do my best thinkin’ on the bus.”

ElephantI know – last week with the tinfoil hat paranoia and this week with the paranormal.  I can assure you I’m not crazy (of course that’s what any crazy person says). I do, however, appreciate some good juxtaposition and weirdness.  Like the other day when I was driving by the Municipal Court and a guy was sitting on the bench with a full blown campfire next to him – on the bench!  Taqueria Alteño had it’s own strangeness going on – and I liked it.  There were elephants all along one wall, and roosters on the other.  The elephants faced the door, the roosters faced the elephants.  I looked it up and their trunks were pointing up which is an American superstition, perhaps related to the Irish idea of the horseshoe needing to point up to keep the luck from running out.  And then I notice – the Del Mar East campus is shaped like a horseshoe, right over where my mother lived.  Once we all arrived we noticed the tejano music turn to middle eastern.  I suspect the strangeness is only beginning and that by the time we get back from the renfest we’ll be able to give the LHC a run for it’s money in tearing apart the fabric of reality.

What about the tacos, you ask?  They were good.  The chorizo & egg was excellent, I don’t know how to explain it but the filling was a firm mix of deep reddish brown and egg, and there was more flavor than it would seem could fit in a taco that size.  The Carne Guisada was so well prepared it was falling apart before I even touched it.  The tortillas were tough and dry, but the salsa more than made up for them. What made it all really good though was the presence of the whole crew: Kevin, Shelly, Matthew, and Monica.  Happy birthday sugar.

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From the Hat

Tacotopia celebrates one of its own today and the anniversary of his birth.  That’s right; Master Tacoteur Ian completed another trip around the sun.  While I’m shouting out birthdays, my newest nephew celebrates his 3rd full day on the planet.  I’d like to mention that Ian’s lovely bride has a birthday this week, my mother’s birthday was last week and my father’s was yesterday.  To business.

It was a large gathering for today’s taco adventure.  We mobbed-up at Taqueria El Alteno on Ayers.  I was the first of our group to arrive and I knew all would be well.  Here, at 6:30 in the morning, at a random taqueria, was my friend Juan.  Usually, I see Juan in the context of work around the house and in the yard.  It was incongruous to see him here.  Not the last thing out of place at this place.  The juke box alternated Mariachi and Middle Eastern music.  We were watched over by wooden statuettes on the walls – Chickens juxtaposed with Elephants.

I think this weekend is shaping up to be a weekend of the out-of-place-and-time.  We’re gathering with friends for our yearly pilgrimage to the Texas Renaissance Festival.  I love the RenFest and start to see the place in my mind’s eye days before we get there.  Visions, generated from imagination and memory, out of place in my day-to-day life.  Sure, there’s jousting, minstrels, bawdy shows and pubs.  These things would be out of place in the Wal Mart parking lot, but they fit perfectly in the woods outside Plantersville.  People there are in a safe environment, free from the “normal”, expressing themselves via characters from places far away in space and time… and reality.  You have to cheer the guy, when surrounded by medieval dress, gets his Sith on; Vader or Maul.  It takes all kinds.  That’s what makes life interesting.   That, and tacos.

I had the huevos con chicharron a la Mexicana and a lengua con cilantro y cebolla – both on flour tortillas (no hand-made corn tarps).  The tortillas weren’t great, but they wrapped up a plentiful bunch of goodies.  The lengua was roasted, sliced, heated on the griddle and served with no sauce.  It was a solid offering.  The chicharrones were also good.  They were the heart-attack-causing cracklins found in the back of the store ’cause they’ll intimidate the whole chips aisle.  They were done well in the eggs, with just the right amount of bite.  Star of the show today was the salsa.  It was excellent.  Orange, served in a squirt bottle, I wanted to take some home.  The coffee never quit and was served by a very attentive attendant.  Well worth the trip.

Salud


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Hermanos Solis #2- Big Brother is Watching You

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470 Old Robstown Rd

Corpus Christi, TX 78408

(361) 881-8805

ExteriorI have to be very careful with what I say, here or anywhere. There are agents among us. They just put up a camera at the intersection near my business and I think it’s pointed at my t-shirt shop.  I hear noises in the night on my 2nd story porch outside my bedroom and I worry there’s something in the water at my shop.  I know that I am probably on a number of lists, and that I’m a prime candidate for re-eduction, even though I am a faithful and honorable supporter of the state and have never spoken ill of it… at least not in quarters that are unsafe. I learned yesterday of new guidelines dictated by the Federal Trade Commission – an appointed, not elected body – that require disclosure of any commercial relationships between blogs and the recipients of their endorsements in apparent contradiction of the First Amendment to the constitution of the Great United States of America.  This will thusly lead to additional taxation, investigation, and eventually destruction of the very fabric of our cherished free society – or at least additional taxation.  Did I mention they want to tax us? Taxes are bad! Boo on taxes!

Before the guidelines go into effect on December 1st I might as well take as much advantage as I can of the payola I receive to endorse all these taco joints – a list that includes, well… Okay, I’ve never received a single taco for free.  I’ve been hoping, but I’m still waiting.  I did have a restaurant owner ready to fight when he saw me taking pictures of his shop once so I guess I was close to getting a free knuckle sandwich but that’s about as close to quid pro quo as it has gotten.

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So Kevin and I met this morning at a safehouse in his neighborhood, Hermanos Solis #2.  We’d been there before and we knew it was deep enough in the badlands to evade the oversight of the jack-booted imperialist thugs, or so we thought.  I ordered my usual, carne guisada and chorizo & egg with a coffee, not wanting to draw attention to myself by getting something outlandish.  The hat had become complacent though, and got not one but two exotics.

The tacos were good.  The carne guisada fell apart with the gentlest prodding of the fork and the chorizo & egg was quite serviceable.  The warm salsa could have doubled as a tomato and jalapeño soup, but it would be a soup you’d regret eating after an hour or two.  The real standout for me were the tortillas, charlie brown and very fresh.  You can see the cracking in the picture but you can’t see how soft they were.  They gave a little bit of life to every bite.

Kevin & I sat and while going through cup after cup of excellent coffee we discussed our plans for resistance and the futility of holding out hope for freedom in the face of such power as big brother wields, and then – I have a nauseating sinking feeling as I look up and see a blinking red light in the corner, attached to a motion detector.  This place is wired! There’s an improbably narrow and steep staircase leading up to a hidden level containing who knows what!  Have we been compromised?  Hermano is Spanish for, that’s right, ‘brother’… I fear this is a front for the oppressors!  We paid our tab in cash and rushed out as quickly as we could and drove away, but not before seeing eyes peering out at us through the little windows of the restaurant with the good tacos.

From the Hat

This just in from the Ministry of Everything-Except–Tacos:

In the interest of full disclosure, I’d like to say that, If there’s a taco-blog-related form of payola goin’ on out there…where’s the foldin’ money discretely tucked into my shirt pocket?  Or my free taco?  (Not in my pocket, please.)

Early this morning, not even half-way through the paper, I thought to myself, “Hermanos Solis this morning…Oooo good.”  My next thought was “Hermano Soliz this morning… ”Oooo bad!”  I knew I was going to get a good taco.  Good Taco?  Good for my heart?  Good for my waistline?  Did I take my Prilosec last night?  Or will it be a good Heartburn?

Of course I had a good taco.  I’ll get to the details in the safety meeting, but it’s worth noting that I’m perfectly aware of the contradictory nature of a taco.  Sure there’s a bit of dissonance, but I don’t seem to be hampered in my ability to get on in life.  With hardly an acknowledgement of the risks, I sail through breakfast unhampered by the whole problem of taco-evil.  In fact, once dealt with in this fashion, I don’t have to worry about it again until next time.  It’s probably just as well.  Life would be much more difficult if we couldn’t deal with this kind of conflict.

This is a trivial example, but what about when we do the same thing with climate change? Or War? Or God?  (Insert favorite pontification here.)  I’d drag out the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each for one of these topics, but one’s definitely religion, and I’m getting a whiff of politics from the other two.  Not to be Sir Robin, but this is a taco blog…

Now to the safety meeting:  Two good ones this morning:  Tripas and Chicharrones con huevos.  The tripas were clean and crispy – as if they had been washed with a firehose and flash-fried.  Served on a brilliant corn tortilla with cebollas and cilantro, no hint of the north end of a Southbound farm animal here.  The chicharrones offering was good, but not spectacular.  It was a hefty taco and the eggs were delicious, but the chicharrones were under-represented.  The salsa, served hot, is spicy and delicious.  Great café coffee.

Salud

Tacos

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