They look like churros, but apparently they’re boobs –or something like that.
Photo: Laura Martínez, Bayeux, France 2019.
This only proves what I’ve been saying, like, forever: The farther you go from Latin America, the more generic our food becomes.
Photo: Laura Martínez, Paris. 2019.
Move over, Taco Bell: French fast food chain Tacos King, is on its way to become this blogger’s worst make-believe-taco nightmare.
I came across this establishment in the heart of Downtown Lille, and while I didn’t have the heart to walk in and come face to face with the calamité, I was able to secure a photo of *these* things the French dare call “tacos.”
Photo: Laura Martínez, Lille, France.
There is nothing like spending some quality time in the City of Lights, with its beautiful architecture, ubiquitous cafés, gorgeous boulevards… and authentic taquerías.
Behold Chiquitin, the newest addition to Rue Henry Monnier (this blog’s temporary headquarters). The 10×10 meter changarrito is the take-away petit branch of Luz Verde, just across the street, and it features all sorts of salsas, including old time favorites like roja, verde and pico de gallo, but other more inventive like mayonnaise au chipotle, césar and –wait for it– salsa matcha.
I haven’t eaten here –yet– as I’m currently busy getting reacquainted with dry pork goods (saucisson sec, rosette de Lyon, etc.) and liters of wine, but I’ll get to it at some point and will be sure to report back.
Oh, did I mention the 16-euro ceviche and the 9-euro tacos al pastor?
Photos: Laura Martínez, 22 Rue Henry Monnier, December 2018.
These señoritas are hotter than hot, and they will be available for your viewing –and dancing– pleasure the night of December 31, 2017 at El Zapateo Latino, a Parisian Latin bôite in the heart of the Quartier Latin.
Oui, oui… ¡ajúa!
Photos: Laura Martínez, Paris, Dec. 2017