There's a food truck permanently parked around the corner from me, Erick's, that serves up the best tacos in the city. They're tiny, topped with the likes of shredded pork (carnitas), beef (carne asado), shrimp during Lent and all sorts of other goodies. They also come with roasted onions as well as raw onions and cilantro, if you want. They make their own habanero salsa that is incendiary, so much so that I can't stop eating it even as my mouth burns in delight.
It's the only time of the year that I really have a soda because I can wash it down with a Mexican Fresca, made with sugar and not some diet chemical. They also sell fresh fruit cups covered in chile and lime juice for either a snack or dessert. And they have paletas (frozen fruit bars) and raspas (snow cones or shave ice).
The place is outdoors and not air conditioned, but there are a couple of fans that keep the air moving. Sometimes it get so hot they turn the fans off because the air is just making everything more miserable. But the people show up around 11 p.m., as it starts to get cooler, and they sit out, talking, playing dominos or doing whatever until 4 or 5 in the morning. It's a big family scene as they've got their kids with them. I just wonder how they make it through a work day.
