Monthly Archives: July 2010

Friday night Chow Truck and Art!!!

Hi everyone!

It’s been a long time has it not?  Several of you have asked me why it’s taken so long to have some new reviews here on slctacos.com.  Well I been way busy, mang!  How busy?  Well, let’s review…

  1. Finished up the video game Toy Story 3 for work.  If you have kids (or like having fun), go check it out.  It’s a great game
  2. Besides practically living at work finishing the game I was also accepted to graduate school.  I’ll be studying Computational Linguistics at the University of Washington
  3. I also moved to be much closer to the taco epicenter of Salt Lake City.  I’m now blocks away from the heart of the action between 800 and 900 South
  4. I’ve been busy hanging with sharks

So now that life is back to normal, I have several taco stand reviews already written and some great taco recipes to share with all of you.  I can’t wait to get back to work as a taco journalist.

In the meantime, sometimes people ask me “Where can I find the Chow Truck to try their original tacos?”

Well, it just so happens that I know exactly where the Chow Truck will be parked on Friday night July 16th.

It will be parked directly outside the great STOLEN & ESCAPED gallery (177 E 300 S, below Frosty Darling) which will be showing 4 of my paintings including a brand new one which I have yet to post on the Electric Internet.  So consider this a call to tacos.  A call to art.  Come on down and chow down with us.

The gallery will be open from 6pm to 9pm and the Chow Truck is planning to be there from 7pm to 9pm.

Come on my and say hello to check out some of my paintings like these :

manta ray, laser eyes : killing a building

the squid’s technique was stealth

ZEBRA BITE ATTACK!!!

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“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once and a while, you could miss it.”

I have a confession to make. It has been over six months since I’ve partaken of our sacrament; the street taco. The economy swept away my job, and with it the desire or monetary means of supporting our scene. I feel bad about it. I haven’t been able to go out and sample the wonderful food on our streets. I haven’t had a chance to check out the Chowtruck. I’ve been self consumed and wrought with doubt, fear, depression, financial problems, and all the things that can happen in a deep and long recession. I know that is has affected many, many, many others in the community too. They probably feel the same way i do. Just looking for a glimmer of hope, and a good feeling.

So, being a “basement” chef myself, i pulled up my sleeves and decided i wanted to cook. I love cooking. There’s nothing better than creating something amazing out of otherwise normal things. So with that in mind, over the weekend i scrapped up some change from the empty growler jug, and went out and bought some of Rico’s homemade tortillas. The tiny ones that are made fresh that you can pick up at the local markets. I picked some onions from the garden. I dug some old hamburger meat from the bottom of the freezer, and i started to assemble bowls of condiments and toppings. I fried up the tortillas quickly on each side in a skillet and spooned on some crumbly burger meat. I also threw some frozen corn into a cast iron skillet and made a bit of a roasted corn salsa type creation. I topped it all off simply with the green onions and some cheese. I wasn’t going for authentic, or trying to replicate what i might find at a taco stand, but just going over my food influences growing up, and how my mother made her version of tacos. I found a quiet place by myself and ate a few. It felt wrong to be doing this alone. I had cooked up all the tortillas and there was plenty of stuffing for more, so i called my mother up to share them with me. We both felt better after. It clicked in me that life can me simple. Life can be a taco. Love can be like a taco. Uncomplicated, enjoyable in it’s simplicity, and can give you the feeling of a warm hug that lingers around long after.

While I still am lowered to that of a 2nd class citizen who has had to move back home and swallow his pride, i still get a real sense of peace when eating a good taco. I hope some luck and opportunities come my way soon, so that i can get back out on the streets and enjoy the tacos and the love all of these hard working people provide. Innovation is happening in the foodie community. People are coming up with new ideas, and new presentations and different twists on street food in our community. It makes me proud to see such changes and to see how that people are starting to come around, and be less afraid, less intimidated by these little palaces of what i like to call “the other soul food”. So to all those out there working hard and cooking up all of this love, I salute you. Our friends from the south have brought us so much and are very much a part of what America is about, and i for one welcome our taco overlords.

So if you can’t go out and buy a taco from one of the dozens if not hundreds of mexican and south american influenced restaurants, markets, and food carts, scrape up some change and make some for you and your friends. It’ll make you and everyone else feel better. If at least, for a little while.

Regards,

noyen / nairb