Soon I’m going to follow through with my intention of doing a post reviewing some Eastside Tamalerias; I’ve been meaning to do it for awhile but you know, stuff happens. There just seems to be less time for me to work on my usual pendejadas, pero pronto, you’ll see. But I can safely say the best tamales you’re likely to find in the city are usually the ones from that person selling some on the side just to make a little bit of money. This morning’s breakfast arrived to me unexpectedly at a local laundromat where a woman and her two kids pulled up in their auto with a bounty of tamales stuffed in perfect rows in a steamy plastic cooler. The boy walked around the washing machines repeating the phrase “Tamales” in a bored fashion that couldn’t mask the fact he’d rather be sprawled out in front of his TV watching Saturday morning cartoons. But on such a bleak, cold morning, waiting for the rags to dry, having had nothing to chew on so as to beat the Saturday crush of fellow clothes washers, how can one resist the lackluster cry for a tamal? Click ahead for a pic of the accompanying drink!
Hot chocolatey champurrado, the perfect morning cup. While some of you might look forward to your morning fruit, toast, or pancakes with gobs of syrup, nothing wakes me up like a savory maiz packed $2 breakfast like this one.