Fine new food truck on Savannah Hwy.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
shuffle
Bob and I stopped in Monday at La Michoacana, recently relocated to Rosebank Farms. I'd been disappointed to not see them lately at Tienda Puentes, so the truck was a welcomed sight. We also had the chance to chat with Sidi Limehouse (who knows that the quezadillas are the best offering) and his trusty Labrador for a few minutes. Altogether, a nice lunch.
I've also stopped a few times lately at El Mercatido, next to the Pig at Maybank and Bohicket, where I had my first authentic tacos stateside many years ago. They've undergone quite an evolution since then. But don't be discouraged by the generic gabacho mexican decor or apologetic menu items; their tortas and tacos de carnitas are the real thing.
The new orange truck on Maybank Hwy. near the Habitat store looks promising, but I haven't caught them open yet.
c/s
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Michoacana
Today I stopped in for lunch at Taqueria Michoacana. They seem to be parked at the Puentes tienda on Maybank Highway fairly regularly these days.
My first stop at Michoacana was sometime last year when they were advertising "¡PANBASOS HOY!" It seemed to be a special treat, so I ordered one. The delicious sandwich - like a torta covered in mild red sauce - was a mess to eat, but enough to bring me back a few times.
Today the taco was alright, though made with a store bought tortilla and the pastor served in a sort of sauce, like that at El Progresso in Hanahan. The handmade tortilla of the quesadilla, though, was excellent; that and the friendly manner of the woman who operates the truck made for a fine lunch.
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One casualty of the economic recession sadly has been El Jalisciense's residence at Rosebank Farms. I hadn't seen them for some time, and this weekend the woman at the market there told me they had suffered as a result of less new construction on the nearby resorts. I hope to see the climate change in El Jalisciense's favor; his was certainly one on the nicest lunch spots in the area.
My first stop at Michoacana was sometime last year when they were advertising "¡PANBASOS HOY!" It seemed to be a special treat, so I ordered one. The delicious sandwich - like a torta covered in mild red sauce - was a mess to eat, but enough to bring me back a few times.
Today the taco was alright, though made with a store bought tortilla and the pastor served in a sort of sauce, like that at El Progresso in Hanahan. The handmade tortilla of the quesadilla, though, was excellent; that and the friendly manner of the woman who operates the truck made for a fine lunch.
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One casualty of the economic recession sadly has been El Jalisciense's residence at Rosebank Farms. I hadn't seen them for some time, and this weekend the woman at the market there told me they had suffered as a result of less new construction on the nearby resorts. I hope to see the climate change in El Jalisciense's favor; his was certainly one on the nicest lunch spots in the area.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
cultura
Hello, old friends.
Last month I attended the Festival Hispano at the County Park in North Charleston. There was some good music, a capoeira troupe, and what seemed to be some nice authentic food (though not nearly enough of it, which meant three unnavigably lengthy queues in a crowd of about 2,000 people), but unfortunately little else: a cellphone dealer or two, some Sponge-Bob souvenirs, and some generic soda and beer vendors. With respect to the effort involved in the production of the event, it was a little poor.
Where were the living history reenactments?, I thought. Where were the strange couples' party games? Where were the custom car artists with their beautiful Silverado pickups? Where were all the taco trucks?
I do admit that, as an enthusiast of the growing presence of centro- and sudamericana culture within our own, it may have been too easy for me to be disappointed by the event. Folks seemed to be having fun, which I reckon is the point. But the event left me with the thoughts of how we all tend to take many of our most distinctive cultural details for granted.
Not much of a revelation, I know; it's just something to consider. Which aspects of your culture do you think outsiders would find most interesting? Which do you think might be most important to your grandparents? To your children?
Oh, yes. Unfulfilled from our outing, my friend and I stopped in at La Fortuna de Hanahan on the way home for a couple of tacos and a gordita.
Last month I attended the Festival Hispano at the County Park in North Charleston. There was some good music, a capoeira troupe, and what seemed to be some nice authentic food (though not nearly enough of it, which meant three unnavigably lengthy queues in a crowd of about 2,000 people), but unfortunately little else: a cellphone dealer or two, some Sponge-Bob souvenirs, and some generic soda and beer vendors. With respect to the effort involved in the production of the event, it was a little poor.
Where were the living history reenactments?, I thought. Where were the strange couples' party games? Where were the custom car artists with their beautiful Silverado pickups? Where were all the taco trucks?
I do admit that, as an enthusiast of the growing presence of centro- and sudamericana culture within our own, it may have been too easy for me to be disappointed by the event. Folks seemed to be having fun, which I reckon is the point. But the event left me with the thoughts of how we all tend to take many of our most distinctive cultural details for granted.
Not much of a revelation, I know; it's just something to consider. Which aspects of your culture do you think outsiders would find most interesting? Which do you think might be most important to your grandparents? To your children?
Oh, yes. Unfulfilled from our outing, my friend and I stopped in at La Fortuna de Hanahan on the way home for a couple of tacos and a gordita.
Monday, September 22, 2008
New truck on Johns Island
Dave and I stopped at Rosebank Farms this week hoping to lunch on El Jalicience's exquisite quezadillas, but were surprised to find a new Los Parados truck parked there instead.
The operator of the truck was one of the friendliest I've met, and was eager to show us the reverb-laden boom of his CB radio.
According to Dave, the quezadillas don't measure up to the bar set by Jalicience, but few do. I ordered a torta al pastor and a Sidral apple soda and was not a bit disappointed.
The best torta of my life:
The operator of the truck was one of the friendliest I've met, and was eager to show us the reverb-laden boom of his CB radio.
According to Dave, the quezadillas don't measure up to the bar set by Jalicience, but few do. I ordered a torta al pastor and a Sidral apple soda and was not a bit disappointed.
The best torta of my life:
Friday, August 22, 2008
Fiesta
Ron and I stopped by the church picnic at La Iglesia del Santo Espiritu last Sunday and found a friendly scene of music, games, cultural exhibitions, and homemade food.
The guisado and tamales de puerco were both good, and the mild agua de tamarindo was especially nice on a hot afternoon in the countryside, but the highlight for me was the savory and tender tacos de birria:
The guisado and tamales de puerco were both good, and the mild agua de tamarindo was especially nice on a hot afternoon in the countryside, but the highlight for me was the savory and tender tacos de birria:
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