A few weeks ago I mentioned the potaco (potato + taco = potaco, yeah? You’re with me right?) as one of the most glorious reasons to visit Footsie’s in Cypress Park (potacos from next door + beer at Footsie’s = ecstasy.) Now, LA Weekly is proclaiming the glory of the potato taco as well.
the potato taco or, to be more specific, the wonderment of civilization that is the potato taco at El Atacor #11
Keep reading to hear the gospel of the potaco and why it is indeed, the best food in LA, ever.
(graphic from Crump, who first introduced me to the potaco.)
No joke, this is maybe the best food item I have ever eaten in LA, and at 10 for $6 how can you go wrong? As I explained before, $6 for potacos + $1 PBR’s at Footsie’s and you’ve got dinner for 2 for under $10! How could such a bargain taste so good? I have no idea, it defies the laws the basic laws of this world. Not to mention you get to say “potaco” a lot and people will look at you funny giving you the chance to spread the good word of the potaco to those who have not yet heard it.
If you’re still wondering what a potaco really is, they’re on the menu as “tacos de papa” and the article describes them as:
The tacos de papas at El Atacor #11, however, are different beasts entirely: thin corn tortillas folded around bland spoonfuls of mashed spuds and fried to an indelicate, shattering crunch. The barely seasoned potatoes exist basically as a smooth, unctuous substance that oozes out of the tacos with the deliberate grace of molten lava. The glorious stink of hot grease and toasted corn subsumes any subtle, earthy hint of potato, and tacos de papas evaporate so quickly that you are thankful they come 10 to an order, slicked with cream and thin taquer√≠a guacamole, piled together in a foam takeout container like so many lunch-truck taquitos.
It’s the most amazing thing in the world. I’ve taken countless friends to experience the potaco/pbr taste sensation and each and every time, without fail, I’ve received a phone call or an IM the next day stating “Oh my god, I can’t stop thinking about potacos. . .we need to go back.” One visiting friend from New York even sent a potaco postcard she made after a visit to El Atacor #11. So get down on it, denizens of Los Angeles, you shan’t be sorry.