shack food. straight forward. you MUST be hungry to appreciate. not to mention, that open mind of yours …
chorizo and deep fried (gasp… i know) fish with gucamole. homemade pickled carrots, fresh radish, cilantro, cabbbage, and the “green stuff”.
starved after sitting on the gross beach of Rockaway. ”ya should’ve gone to 67 street.” well yes, i know, but i really made this trip for the tacos, not the beach. so i hit the 98 street stop and it was just fine. swam in the grimey waters and prayed that i wouldn’t see a turd or a body part float by. got crazy burnt and managed to find some aloe that cost 4 dollars at a “99 cent store”. but rest assured, i mapped my way to this awesomely funky old dig:
walking here i passed a whole block of homes that had been abandoned and probably burned down at different time periods. there’s a crew of guys across the street tearing down a without-a-doubt asbestos infested building. but with a whining tummy, i walked briskly up to this window:
and sat out here nine bucks poorer:
a woman came up to me as i was eating and asked “what the wait was?” and “where’s the server?”
i said, “first come first serve, ma’am.”
and then i stuffed my pie hole!