FINALMENTE!!!
I made it over to CTC.
THIS is my kinda joint. I got there about 1ish, and I'd guess the lunch rush was just over. There was fresh steak sizzlin on the grill, fresh steak still on the chopping board, and the condiment containers were a mess. I probably got there at the tail end of a decent lunch crowd. The two guys manning the taqueria counter were hilarious. Like watching a Spanish sitcom. One guy would ask for your order, then a minute or two later, the other guy would ask for your order, then a minute later, the first guy would ask for it again. Then, out of the blue, the guy manning the meat counter would yell out something like, "quit being idiots, and make the food!" and then everyone would laugh. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that I knew why their short term memory appeared so, er...um... affected. I remember plenty of times working in a food related job where my eyes looked like I needed few drops of visine as well. Anyway, on to La Comida!
Two tacos de carne asada:
Good stuff. The meat I had today was on the chewier side of the spectrum, but the potential is there. I'm not so naive as to think that this is their standard. Different day, different cow. I know the drill. I'm sure this place can sling out some great stuff when the cows cooperate. If it were a sampling of Las Asadas meat, I'd grade it a C-. A little under their standard deliciousness, but still better than 98% of all the taquerias in this city.
Taco de birria de chivo.
Good. The stewing liquid was not overpowering, so you knew you were eating goat, and I knew I was liking it a lot.
However,
The Pastor stole the show for me today.
This was really, really, good. When I walked in, my eyes went straight to the pastor cone. It looked like it hadn't been touched in quite some time. One side from the middle up was totally crusted over, and the bottom looked like a pile of unctuously juicy meat. As a whole, their pastor cone looked like something that, if nobody was around, you'd just grab it with a pair of oven mitts and eat that sumbitch like an ear o corn at the state fair with no bib. For reals. As for the taste, I think I know what pastor is supposed to be now. It is NOT supposed to be that salty red crap that most other places sling out. This stuff was the goods. It actually had a flavor other than "too much salt." New pastor fan here.
And also, the salsa verde was sizzlin hot today.
While geographic constraints will limit my visitations, I gotta say, I'll definitely stop in whenever I can. This place is a riot, and fire grilled skirt steak + hot salsa means it's automatically in the top tier of Chicagoland taquerias. Can't wait to introduce a few friends to this joint. Thanks again, LTH!
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