Mexican food is a gift from God. No not the Taco Bell-Carlos & Pepe's-Three Amigos BULLSHIT you consume in Montreal. No, as I've been told countless times by the people who know, authentic proper Mexican food can only be enjoyed in Mexico. Or well south in America, in places like southern California and of course, Texas, which offers its own brand of 'Tex-Mex' food.
This is what me Mike and Michaela set out for early this afternoon. We woke up late and after roaming around the house with little to do aside from a strong cup of real American coffee and checkin the ol' FB, we set out on foot to explore the neighbourhood. Spring, TX (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring,_Texas) is a sleepy suburb north of Houston and a fairly 'red-state' one too, meaning plenty of conservatives and dudes in pick-up trucks. As we walked, almost every car that passed us on the road was either an SUV, a big luxury sedan (Mercedes are popular here) or a pick-up truck. Houstoners don't believe in thinking small.
We were also the only ones walking on the road's shoulder (no sidewalks round here cuz nobody walks). I'm relieved to say we were only honked at once. Otherwise, James our lovely and gracious host here in Houston directed us to a Mexican restaurant nearby called Los Generales but us being the young adventurous type set out farther than that. We passed a lot of very typical American Beauty houses with yellowy grass lawns (due to the lack of rainfall round these parts) on our way.
Along Louetta Rd we spotted a baptist church, a campaign sign for a Republican politician, a lot of strip malls and shopping plazas, a McDonalds, a roadside Taqueria and some odd redneck looking houses that had ominous "no trespassing" signs up.
Along Louetta Rd we spotted a baptist church, a campaign sign for a Republican politician, a lot of strip malls and shopping plazas, a McDonalds, a roadside Taqueria and some odd redneck looking houses that had ominous "no trespassing" signs up.
Anyway, lunch was eventually had at the roadside taqeueria named "Los Lagos" (Michaela opted for Subway due to apprehensions about spicy Tex-Mex). The place was basically a run-down shack not dissimilar from the smoke shops you see on the highway through Kahnawake. A pleasant Mexican woman spoke haltingly in English and me and Mike feasted on real tacos and burritos. The absolute best Mexican I've had since living in California.
Afterwards we headed back and the combination of heat and food knocked us out. Hours later we awoke from our siesta and hung out for a bit before making a brief stop at a supermarket (completing our search for the authentic American experience) and now I'm typing this.
So ya, lazy day. Tomorrow more.
+Turnquest//
P.S.
This is my best guess as to where we are so you can see for yourself as to what it looks like :
1 comment:
Dude, Tex-Mex is amazing. Just wait until you get to Austin. They'll be giving it away for free. The Tamales are incredible.
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