When I decided to go to my ex’s birthday party, I knew I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be mature, caring and reasonable. In the city of Angeles that translated to good tacos, true friendship and bicycle safety.
Choosing what to wear was a challenge because I had my heart set on riding my bike since the party was so close and I was trying really hard to be conscience of my commuting. The question was, “Do I wear something comfortable or something cute?” If you had asked me that in 2002, I would have said “comfortable”. But over the years I have, with the help of all the crazy women in my life, been putting more effort into being feminine.
So I decided to wear something cute with comfortable shoes. Reasonable I thought in the world of fashion influenced cycling. I was cutting edge. But instead what I decided to wear eventually left me half naked on the sidewalk of Centinela Avenue and Washington Place with my lovely dress wrapped and tangled into my back tire. There I was in broad daylight pulling my dress out of my bike in my primary blue tube top and neutral granny panties. I didn’t look up to see a teenage boy and his dad in the car pulling out across the street or the woman watering her front yard until after I put my dress back on. She was nice enough to ask if I was OK… I laughed, shook it off and said yes.
Most mature reasonable people would of gone back home and changed into something else at this point since I was only half way there but, not me. I opted to tie some knots in my dress and felt confident about moving forward to the party. Good times and tacos were full steam ahead; I just needed to keep my clothes on. So I show up flustered from the bike ride and the incident to open arms. I started greeting everyone and next thing you know I’m holding a margarita and telling my story. And then the kicker… I begin walking up the stairs and a true friend whispers in my ear… “There’s a hole in your dress”.
I have really done it this time… Universe I am your fool. What was I thinking! Maturity and reason were far from my reality. The only thing I could do was submit to my ridiculous predicament and swallow my pride. That’s when I knew I was in a Woody Allen film. I wasn’t trying to call attention to myself, I wanted to ride my bike for all the good reasons and wear something cute to spin my world upside down.
The word embarrassing is a buffet of uncomfortable humor. The possibilities are endless but the opportunity rare. Lucy Ricardo was on my shoulder pushing me to the limit, “There’s no turning back now Lampshade girl. It’s all or nothing.” After another margarita and a few silly ways of hiding the hole in the back of my dress, I stopped caring and started having fun.
The tacos were a godsend, literally. My ex is cool and everything but the truth is… I’m just like my mother, I went for the food. The food was a delicious fusion of meats and sauces elaborated none other than by the Takosher king himself, Mr. Lowell Bernstein. I remember my first food moment fondly because when I tried the tangy red salsa, I described it to a T. It was fresh, sour, thick and not too spicy. It reminded me of the house salsa at El Pollo Loco and Tito’s Tacos but better! Then I found out the food was so delicious it came with good news. When I realized I didn’t have to wait for another party to relish in kosher tacos again I was ecstatic because my friend was going public!
La Carne Beef and The Chosen Chicken
Takosher is now the first 100% glatt kosher taco truck serving 5 specialty tacos: The Original Brisketaco (Slow Cooked Specialty), La Carne Beef, The Original Latketaco (Crispy Potato Blend), The Chosen Chicken and Fujitas (Fajita Tofu). My favorites are the steak tacos with their juicy tenderness and tangy kick. If you like’em hot just ask for their spicy red salsa and you might want to hug the cook like me! They take their certification very seriously and even have a sink to wash up. It is 100% too legit to quit. Thank goodness for another respectable taco place that can represent the Westside! The official taco tasting followed and now they are well on their way to mobile food success.
When the night fell, I gave the bike a break and hitched a ride with my best Fufi friend. But the opportunity to enjoy comedy, tacos and friends duro y directo desde la cocina is a blessing. Lejaim Lahaim (A La Vida, Por La Vida, Para La Vida)!
– I followed the Takosher taco truck to Pico and Doheny, for more info visit takosher.com, on Twitter @takosher, or on Facebook.