But my buddy Hector buzzes through the calles like a kid heading for the toy store.
We’re in his li’l red Hyundai, a model I’ve never seen before. Back plate says “Atos, by Dodge.” He says it’s a design out of India. Does 45 to the gallon. Bought it here, about $9K.
Whatever, by now we’re not far from Quintana Roo, I know that. And Agua Caliente. You can see some office buildings sprouting out every now and then.
Then we’re parking in a spare lot and heading towards a square tent on its corner.
Huh. A food truck anchors one side. “We’re open!” says a banner in Spanish. “Seafood tacos. Come and try us!”
“These guys are truly excellent,” says Héctor. “They’re brothers. Mauricio and Diego...
...They do octopus, really well.”
Turns out this is Mr. Tuna, Tacos de Mariscos (E. Castellanos R. 9449, 22010 Tijuana, 011.52.664.680-2767). Two minutes later we’re sitting at a red “Coca Cola” table under the canopy in the gravel.
And I’m munching into THE most delicioso octopus taco I can remember. Not the usual rubbery suckers you get, but a kind of little stew, with parmesan cheese, ground almonds, cilantro…itr’s so danged delicious I forget to take a photo before I’ve chewed through half of it. Costs about $1.50.
But that’s just the beginning. The drink’s pineapple-celery, and next up is a fish tostada, tuna stew… aargh! Need more time. Check for a coming Tin Fork.