That was a quote from a neighboring customer, and my taste buds surely agree.
Food trucks are not a new phenomenon. They’ve been driven around cities for decades. I even grew up frequenting a taco truck on the way home from soccer practice. It was quick, easy, cheap and, above all, delicious. However, the difference between the taco truck parked in the dirt lot by I-25 and what I experienced this past week are worlds apart.
It began in Los Angeles, as Kogi Korean BBQ trucks weaved their way into the hearts of Californians through tantalizing cuisine. With instantaneous tweets updating the location of their fleet of tasty grub, I’m pretty sure this contributed to the population compulsively checking their smart phones. The whole city was glued to their mobile devices, in pursuit of that damn Kogi truck. I like to imagine a bug-eyed crowd, clutching their growling stomachs while making a rapid zombie crawl into parking lots to find the infamous truck. Needless to say, food trucks were making a gourmet comeback.
The trend soon made its way across the nation and cultures: Belgian waffles in New York City, lobster rolls in Harvard Square, crème brûlée in San Francisco and cupcakes in Philly. You can pretty much get any type of food you could ever want from a mobile kitchen. Yet, unbeknownst to many Burqueños, we too have our own collection of motorized restaurants.
Every Wednesday in the Talin Market parking lot, an array of eclectic vehicles serve up delicious nosh. In the mood for some comfort food? Head on over the The Supper Truck for some good ol’ shrimp and grits or maybe some catfish tacos. What about pierogies? The Gedunk Food Truck can sate that craving in a savory second. Needless to say, Albuquerque is not lacking in diversity. This makes choosing what to eat so much more difficult, but that’s not a problem I’m too upset about having.
The variety and temptation of the trucks did have me wandering around the parking lot for a good 15 minutes, unsure of what delectable dish I was going to have during my lunch break. I finally settled on The Boiler Monkey. This refurbished bus caught my eye with one simple word: crêpe. Whether you want sweet—think Nutella with banana, cinnamon with baked apples—or savory—maybe the Burque Turkey interests you—there will be a crêpe specifically created to suit your tastes. As much of a sweet freak as I am, I opted for savory and went with The Farm. Complete with spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes and feta, and topped with a balsamic reduction sauce, I was in taste bud heaven.
I reveal some embarrassing memories, wax (sort of) poetic about the New Mexico music scene and use way too many proper nouns in my intro column, Dancing About Pueblo Revival Style Architecture. I’m a noise fan, so send me your feedback.
In this week’s music feature, Marisa Demarco tells the story of a local indie rock quintet, Sad Baby Wolf, and how three of its funny, unpretentious members make the rock and roll lifestyle mesh with fatherhood. The Sad Baby Wolves also explain the origin of their name, the evolution of their lineup and, yes, two of the members’ relationships with The Shins. Read all about it here and see them open for the aforementioned famous band at Kiva Auditorium tonight.
Opening for The Shins
Thursday, Oct. 4, at 7:30 p.m.
Inside the Convention Center
401 Second Street NW
Tickets: $33 to $43
Since I’m from New Mexico all my life, some of these jokes don’t make sense to me. While watching part two, I was thinking to myself, “Mountain? Button? Why’s that in there?” My sister had a similar reaction. She did not understand what was funny about the “Coke” thing in the first one, because that’s what she calls soda pop. Someone had to explain it to her.
It’s great someone’s documenting this stuff. Albuquerque is a special place.
Most fashion writing bugs me. It’s usually snippy, sexist, classist, racist and, above all, anti-local. Women are the primary targets of criticism, everything is absurdly expensive, and white people fashion is the right fashion. Experts usually espouse advice in line with national trends that have nothing to do with your area.
And as we all know, ours is a region with identity.
Which is why I was thrilled to see some locals doing fashion right. The good people at Burque Style embarked on a mission to document our city. (Disclosure: One of their writers, Jessica Del Curto, used to work with me at the Daily Lobo.) The site doesn’t front a nasty tone. Instead, it celebrates the local fashion of regular people.
Today, the team’s posted a boo feature showcasing couples. It’s damn cute.
... and mostly gets it right.
The article came out in today’s travel section and is part of the “36 hours in ...” series. It appeared online on Thursday, Oct. 20.
Writer Zora O’Neill picked up on spots well-loved by the Alibi and its readers.
She suggests folks visit Parq Central, Golden Crown Panaderia, Marble (winner of Best Beer Bar in this year’s Best of Burque Restaurants), Ezra’s Place, Stevie’s Happy Bikes, Mary and Tito’s (winner of Best Red Chile in this year’s poll), the Church of Beethoven and Los Poblanos.
That’s a pretty good list. Don’t worry: She also gets to stalwarts such as Frontier, the Balloon Fiesta, the Bosque, the KiMo and the trolley.
O’Neill mentions that the sprawl is intimidating to travelers—an overlooked point in the argument for infill. She also makes a point of talking about Albuquerque’s “vibrant organic movement.” The Alibi’s food section has been emphasizing that unusual aspect of our desert city since early summer.