Last night I set off looking for fortune. I went to the ATM, took out a couple Hamiltons (Benjamins are so 2008), and headed for Lake View Terrace and my friend Alex’s weekly poker game.
I arrived expecting to throw some bucks down on pizza or whatever delivery we could score, but Alex had another idea altogether. We got to talking about EatMeCalifornia and Alex let me know that nearby Sylmar had more taco trucks per capita than UCLA has asian people.
Well it doesn’t take much to get my interest, so we all piled into Alex’s car and headed down foothill looking for our fix. We eventually found it in Tacos El Gordo. Continue reading
Note: The eating for this post was actually done the day before the Orochon Ramen challenge. But since my pain and misery is more entertaining in general, this got pushed back by a day.
Taco trucks are an L.A. tradition. Kinda like hot dog carts in New York. I’m not talking about your average “roach coach” greasy, almost inedible food. I’m describing a traditional mexican restaurant on wheels. Most of your good taco trucks don’t even move very often. This particular one, that I will be reviewing in a moment, has two locations that it splits the day between.
My buddy Adam is the one who tipped me off about Mariscos del Mar. He was doing research for a school project on taco trucks and came across this one. If you know spanish, then you can probably figure out that this taco truck specializes in seafood tacos. If you don’t know spanish, then just read the last sentence. And then look at the pretty pictures. Continue reading