I love tacos. (Main reason I moved to LA) Al pastor 'til I die!
Mi amigo (Jeremy) and I have a favorite taco truck in LA. I miss her sweet trompo. Córdoba does empanadas really well, but not really tacos. Before I left for Buenos Aires, Jeremy researched and found: La Fábrica Del Taco.
Turns out, it’s ~5 blocks from mi apartamento nuevo!
Tuesday night, I went to check it out. Hard to explain my glee! 2 pastor tacos, 1 chicken taco (Mistake) and a watermelon agua fresca. (My favorite drink not named Sprite)
They brought out their salsa arsenal. The boring one, your typical salsa verde, and la salsa rojo. I told Lucas behind the bar that I really like spice and then, they brought out the big gun! Which was really not that spicy.
Side note: Most people think all of South America likes spice, which is FALSE. Mexico, and northern South America share the love, but central and southern Argentineans say, "No mas".
The Al Pastor was delicious! So, I ordered "Dos mas pastor". :P
Lucas behind the bar then asked me if I preferred flour or corn tortillas. I said corn, but "I'll try them next time".
A few minutes later, he brought me 1 more pastor taco on a corn tortilla: en la casa.
6 tacos & 2 watermelon agua frescas down the gullet.
One happy Americano!
One hour later, stomach not so happy.
I don’t blame La Fábrica Del Taco. I blame Córdoba for their lack of spice. My digestive system was not ready for the 6 pack. I'll probably stick to 5 next time.
La Fábrica Del Taco, I’ll see you soon, mi amor!
