Monday, May 19, 2008
The Case of the Missing Taco Truck
Last week, my Gaullic friend introduced me to the Taco Zone taco truck on Alvarado in Echo Park, near the Vons parking lot. It was life-changingly good.
As most of you have surely heard, not far behind the cyclones in Myanmar and the earthquakes in China is the imminent taco truck crisis in Los Angeles. Even the New York Times is hip to the threat to this pillar of L.A. culture.
I am not that sympathetic to the restaurants that are pissed about the "unfair competition" presented by the taco trucks. The taco trucks offer cheap, delicious fare, and are rare spontaneous centers of gathering in L.A.
My Gaullic friend's father was in town from France. My friend thought it would be a good idea to take his dad, on his last night in town, to the Taco Zone taco truck. So we went by on Sunday night, around 7 p.m., to get tacos. The taco truck was not there. My friend and I began to curse the municipal powers that be in Los Angeles. Why were they denying us our taco truck? Damn them! Fucking pigs! We went to a trendy Vietnamese place in Silverlake instead (all East Siders will immediately know which restaurant this was).
Later, on our way home from Echo Park, around 9:30, Mrs. Octopus and I drove by the Taco Zone truck, at its regular location, with a motley crew of Los Angelenos munching on tacos on the sidewalk around it.