Maxwell Street Market: 2010 EditionIt seems like the Maxwell Street Market, being mercurial and unlikely to be the exact same place weekend-to-weekend, let alone year-to-year, deserves a new thread annually, which can be updated to reflect changes or confirm the continued presence of traditional vendors.
Maxwell Street Market did not look promising yesterday, as rain threatened and it was clear the moment we arrived that a number of vendors had been discouraged by the weather.
Still, there were many there, including some new ones, like Rib Brothers, who sell a lot of stuff (ribs, tips, Polish, hot dogs). This is Barbecue Bob, one of the RBs, who did something no one in my experience has ever done at MSM: he gave me something for free (tips).

Tips were prepared off-site and not sauced while cooking; we did not detect any smoke and tips were served in a pool of sauce, but not covered in the stuff, which I thought showed appropriate pride in product. In the above shot, Bob is glancing at the guy across the way, the “hooker” for Rubi’s, who was telling Bob to keep it down as he himself engaged in unbridled hucksterism re: his own place.

I asked this nice man at Rubi’s (whose name I don’t believe I ever got, thought I’ve been interacting with him for years) to cut me some al pastor meat from the bubbling, lightly charred frustum. He did, though such a practice seemed like maybe not SOP (I heard the other grill man ask in Spanish if he couldn’t just heat some previously held meat up on the grill – I interjected to say no, please, cut from the spit).

It was pretty tasty, though the pork was modestly spiced and the cubed pineapple was dispensed from a Glad container and seemed not to have been introduced to the charcoal (charcoal cooking is a point of pride for Rubi’s). Our out-of-town guests marveled at the freshly griddled tortilla, with which, as has been abundantly noted, store-bought varieties cannot compare.
Down Des Plaines was Manolo’s (which, in a break with tradition, is no longer located right next door to alleged relations at Rubi’s). We had mole rojo:

Meat was very tender, mole subtle, and once again, freshly griddled tortilla made all the difference between an okay sandwich and a wonderful one.
We stopped for a Oaxacan tamale which was, as always, a masterpiece of simplicity and, I like to think, Pre-Contact perfection. Everyone has their own comfort food, and I have to believe that for many this is it: simple, not aggressively spiced, high in carbs (which seems characteristic of much comforting chow, like mac n’ cheese, mashed potatoes, etc.), and always, always the same. No need to post another pic – if you’ve had one of these, you know what they look like and what I mean.
Green House is still there, but…

…they’ve cut their dining room space down by at least half and maybe more. This used to be one of the most popular places at the old market, usually filled with people; not so today. Similarly, “Ricos Huaraches,” which had also shrunk in size with the transition to the new market, and is our go-to- place for huaraches, was not to be seen yesterday (unless I missed it; not impossible). Still, a good menu of stuff well-prepared: we had a huitlacoche taco, which showed some good spice amidst the familiar earthiness.
Walking out of the market (and it turned out to be an excellent day, despite the lack of some regular vendors), we stopped by a DVD stand featuring some peliculas with food-related titles.

Also bought a case of blackberries for $5 for over two pounds – ate a bunch, froze a bunch.
It took me about 20 visits to the market before I realized that, hey, you can actually buy stuff here other than food. I got a nice pair of pre-worn Levi’s for $6– I probably could have bargained down to $5, but haggling is not in my DNA (wish it were). Still, this market for most of us is mostly about food, and so I’m posting here in Eating Out in Chicago rather than Shopping and Cooking (though, honestly, this multidimensional market could go in either location.
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