Taco Truck

Every since we moved to California, Mom has been commenting on the number of taco trucks she sees parked in various parking lots. A taco truck in California is the equivalent of an ice cream truck in Alabama (They have ice cream men here who push carts selling ice cream instead of a truck.) Rather than driving around neighborhoods to sell ice cream, taco trucks park in certain areas to sell authentic Mexican food. Dad says that the people at school call taco trucks the "roach coach" and they buy Mexican food from the taco truck during their breaks. Since Dad does not eat Mexican, Mom has been wanting to order from the taco truck but has been intimidated by it because the workers only speak Spanish. However, her new co-workers go to the taco truck on occasion so Mom went with them.

As you can see, the menu is a little different than most Mexican restaurants back home.

Yes, they do sell "head" and "tongue" as a choice of meat. Even as a dog, that is disgusting.

Mom, Shamayne, Kerri, and Marie went to the more "upscale" taco truck with a pavilion and tables set up to eat. Most of them are just the truck out in the middle of a parking lot.

Mom had a good time and could only eat half of the HUGE burrito. Most Fridays, she and her co-workers go out for lunch which allows her to try different local restaurants (since Dad is not willing to venture out) while getting to know her co-workers.

F.Y.I. - Fridays are casual days (not that scrubs are dressy by any means).