I was assigned a simple out-and-back trip down to Leon/Guanajuato in Mexico. This time, I would be arriving in the evening, and departing early morning, so not much time to venture out and explore. However, while introducing myself to the crew, they inquired, "Do you like tacos?" Who doesn't like tacos? Everyone likes tacos. You know who didn't like tacos? . . . Hitler. One of the flight attendants stated that if I didn't like tacos, she would have been forced to call the airline and have the flight restaffed with someone who likes tacos. This can all be very serious business. If you recall from my previous Guanajuato post, the hotel is not within walking distance from the town center, so I thought they had plans to all hop in a taxi and get tacos downtown. I was wrong. We merely took a stroll down the street for a couple blocks and plopped ourselves down at a place called Brasitacos. And if you try and find it online, you will not. You may
think you found it, but that is a different Brasitacos in a different town.
It is a very unassuming place. Bottles of coke line the fridge at the far end. A TV rests on top of the fridge playing a local soccer game accented with the excitement one would expect from a Mexican soccer game. Goooooooooooooooooooooal! The kitchen staff, in full view of its patrons, is vigorously making tacos and putting together plates of carne asada, and stuffed potatoes. I ordered a total of four tacos - two chorizo and two pastor. Pastor, in this case, meaning thinly sliced pork off of the spit you see in the picture. It was not a very kosher meal, but it was all delicious. The cost for four tacos and a Fanta? $3. I guarantee you that will beat any Taco Tuesday in the U.S. I didn't think to actually take a picture of my tacos because I was too busy eating them. Yay tacos! And I know my Mom is currently sitting in Houston in a panic thinking to herself, "Why did he go there?! He's going to get sick! They probably don't wash their hands!" Statistically, it's safer than Chipotle. Furthermore, I have heard from multiple crews to stay away from the Applebee's because people have gotten ill.
One cannot judge a place by its exterior. Unless that place is Chipotle . . . then you should definitely judge and also question your other life decisions. These low brow tacos were the best meal I've had in Mexico to date. And part of it was the atmosphere itself. There were certainly no tourists, or anyone speaking english for that matter. The flight crew was mildly shocked when I rattled off my order in spanish. While they speculated that I either had a spanish-speaking girlfriend or studied in school, they seemed a bit confused that I had somehow taught myself using an iPad app. Again...things are not always as they seem.
