Taco

A large group of us got together at a vegan restaurant earlier this evening.  We were welcoming a friend of ours who is visiting from Ithaca to look at a law school in the city.  We are trying to convince him to live in the city.  He is a vegan, so, naturally, we figured a vegan restaurant would go the best with our wooing strategy.  None of the rest of us are vegan, but it was a great meal anyway.  One of our friends told a story about a vegetarian friend who had some difficulties finding proper food in southeast Asia, and that got my mind reminiscing about all of the food I had on the road.

The best meal I ever ate on the road was at a street restaurant in Mexico City.  It was nothing fancy, but it was close to my hostel and served the best tacos I've ever had the divine pleasure of knowing.

I'd spent a full day at the pyramids an hour's bus ride from the city, and all I'd had to eat were several bags of Japanese peanuts, because that's all they appeared to sell at the concession stand outside.  When I returned in the evening I was understandably ravenous, so I ordered two enormous beef tacos with cheese and beans and limes and the works, and it was probably the happiest ten minutes of my life at that point.

To be clear, certain expressions of New York City pizza are still at the top of the list, but I don't consider anything in NYC to be food from the road, so the Mexico City beef tacos remain atop the pyramid.