The Poet in the Taco Truck

The Palm tree, the hint of water and the word "Veracruz" might fool you to think there is a coastal connection waiting for you on the menu.

 Don't start slobbering for sopa marisco or shrimp tacos just now.  Taco Nazo is all about beef.  No shrimp, no chicken, no pork.  Just beef.

And we keep coming back.  Last night it was smoking.  That's the sign you ought to look for.  The smoke says: "Made right here!"

Husband/wife team run this dinner stop.  She takes the orders.  He alternates between flipping meat and wielding a knife, chopping out a staccato on a wooden board. 

I looked into the mexican definition of "nazo" for clues about the owners and their aspirations.

Online I found that it is slang for the heel of a boot.

But the guys at the shop say "it also refers to the mexican hat dance in which the male dancer repeatedly slams his heel on the floor."

So, is this man comparing the work of his knife on the cutting board with a dancer and his heels on the dancefloor? 

What a poet. 

But can he cook? 

Well, yeah.    

 

The cilantro/tomatilla salsa has zip.  The meat was tender, juicy....as expected.

Look for them at this intersection. 

 If you go, ask the beefy guy with knife why he calls it "Taco Nazo". Maybe he'll break out in song or something.