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Name: Stephen
Interests: God, Rachel, Learning, Figuring stuff out, The Rock of Ages, Writing, Rachel, My Savior, Dancing, Rachel, Singing, The Spotless Lamb, Music in general, Rachel, Camp, The Lord of Creation, My Ministries, Rachel, The Prince of Peace... pretty much in that order.
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| Roach Coach 2.0This entry was originally published at Stevish
A few weeks ago I posted about the amazing Mexican food I got from a guy in a vendor’s truck. Later I found out that trucks like that have received the slang term “Roach Coach,” implying that they are dirty and roach infested. Now that is definitely not the case with this particular truck, but nevertheless, I will use the name for the purpose of recognition.
I learned something new about my favorite Mexican Roach Coach: There’s another one! But it’s not a coach at all. It’s actually a restaurant down in Security, CO called La Flor De Jalisco. I can only assume that the food at the store is as good or better than the food from the truck. So some time I’m gonna go down there and check it out, and you can rest assured that I will post about it.
Until then… look for a little hole-in-the-wall place in your neighborhood, and if the food is good, leave a comment and let me know about it! Even if it’s not near Colorado Springs. It’s fun to read about mom and pop establishments.
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| ForeignerThis entry was originally published at Stevish
Picture yourself inside a Wendy’s in a preppier part of town. In walks a hispanic man, dressed in a way that’s very obviously Mexican. The cashier happens to know a little spanish and he places his order. For a few minutes, you, the other white American, and the hispanic man wait for your food in complete silence. You don’t say anything to him, because you assume he speaks little to no english.
Now picture yourself as the hispanic man. That’s how I felt earlier this week when I visited a small Mexican vendor.
It’s basically just a truck (one that’s built for food vendors) in an empty parking lot. I had driven past it nearly every day and I decided to stop and see how the food was. There were two hispanic men already there waiting for their food. And, as I described above, not a word was said. Why would we try to communicate when all observations indicated that we didn’t speak the same language?
It was an interestin experience to be in the minority, and in the other guys’ comfort zone. The service was understandably lacking, due to the language barrier. But the pork burrito with everything on it was about the best I’ve ever had in my entire life. I guess there have to be compromises.
So if you ever want some good authenticly Mexican food (from people who were probably there recently), you should definitely check this place out. The truck is in Colorado Springs on Union between Palmer Park and Constitution.
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| Phoned-in OrderThis entry was originally published at Stevish
I just thought I’d write to let you know I’m using my phone to write this… while listening to music from the phone through stereo headphones… which become a hands free headset when someone calls me. Basically I’m experiencing the opposite of “buyer’s remorse,” and it feels pretty good. Thanks, Ben!
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| Broncos go 1 and CheatedThis entry was originally published at Stevish
So was anyone WATCHING that game? The Broncos were handed the game in the final minutes… not by the Chargers, not by their quarterback, but by the refs, who made no attempt to hide the fact that it was an incorrect call. But this incorrect call decided the game, and I think the NFL needs to acknowledge that, and record this as a victory for San Diego. Period. (I know, I’m dreamin’)
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