In honor of Pecos Bill's Auto Body Shop, I'm giving some of the toy vehicles that live in my walls some shine today. Remember, there's a web of apartments and garages in the walls of my apartment building, and it's called Tricycle City. It's like what the Doozers were to the Fraggles. Or maybe it's more like what the Fraggles were to us. Doesn't matter.
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| Oh the joy I feel when something that wasn't a "thing" becomes a "thing". 20 years in New York, a Taco Truck was not a thing. They didn't have 'em. Then, in the later 90's you started seeing them. And now street tacos are pretty common. But they're so common that they made a toy of one! This one lives in my walls and likes to come out around lunch-time and park near my SCI-FI BOOKS, on my northwestern bookshelf. If you know Sci-fi books, you know they love Mexican Food. This truck cleans up. |
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| Sure, I like the tacos myself. But they're so small (and delicious) that I wind up eating -- this is an estimation -- about 4000 of them. Just to feel satisfied. |
In honor of Pecos Bill.....
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I get my tacos from the truck on 116th street and Lexington ave. Usually parked in front of the Chase bank. Actually I don't get tacos, I get "Huarache" its like a taco but its not.
You should head over to 118th and 1st and get a slice from Patsy's, the only real Patsy's. Their oven is like a room in the take-out part.
DeleteMr. Parfenix is real big on the fish tacos from these trucks. I think thats what explains his foul breath.
ReplyDeleteMr. Parfenix is also big on whatever refuse is in the gutter around this truck. One time he offered me a single shred of cheese he'd pecked off the ground. It was when he'd invited me over his house for dinner! He didn't have anything else to serve but some eggs that he'd laid two months before that.
DeleteRumor has it that Mr. Parfenix tried to rent out his huge head as a taco truck one summer so he could bring in some extra income
ReplyDeleteRubbish remember when we used Mr. Parfenix's head to go hot-air ballooning? We made it to Oz and back, and he was still full of hot air. With his head detached, he was farting from his mouth, but it kept us above all those stupid flying monkeys.
DeleteYo LUCADAGAWD, you got a dozen tacos I could borrow til Friday, which is also PAY DAY around here? (Fridays are when Frankie washes his jeans and leaves his wallet unprotected for 3 minutes while he's wrestling with the washing machine.)
ReplyDeleteA dozen or a baker's dozen
ReplyDeleteYou really are your uncle's nephew. He would say that.
DeleteA "Baker's Dozen" dates way back to 1100's England.
DeleteBakers were regulated under a guild called THE WORSHIPFUL COMPANY OF BAKERS which controlled the weight of bread.
Scammy Bakers would give a smaller 13th loaf of bread for free to avoid the scrutiny of the law (they'd get Flogged for underselling).
The phrase comes from an old book: "Mine's a baker's dozen: Master Bubble, tell your money."
We love how English people babble... which is probably why Sudsy's been around for so long.
I also love the way English people "bubble". Have you ever taken a bubble bath in merry-ol-England? It's not like France, I can tell you that. In France, the bath is hot, and the bubbles a-plenty. There might even be some French babe around. In England, hot means chilled and warm means freezing. You get 5 bubbles if you're lucky and there's always a chimney sweep lurking around the window watching you shiver. Plus, the water's brown.
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