Taking Tacos to a New Level

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The idea of a taco, even a shrimp taco may not conjure up Mexican haute cuisine, but recently, at the Hacienda de Guadalupe in San Miguel de Allende, my husband and I were treated to a regal plate of shrimp tacos. The evening had started out a bit disappointingly. We had expected to meet a friend at the busy, noisy and well-known hang-out next door to the Hacienda de Guadalupe. Getting an earful of the clamor within, we instinctively ran for the door, away from the noise. But we were hungry and didn't want to walk far to look for a quiet place to eat. Just one doorway away, at the Hacienda de Guadalupe, we found ourselves lured into this combination boutique hotel/restaurant, an eclectic but somehow congruent mix of twenty-fifth century modern and seventeenth century colonial design. The ambiance, in fact, is very peaceful and inviting. On the menu, we ordered the shrimp tacos. … [Read more...]

The Tale of the Breakfast Taco Craving

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I'm dreaming ideas, day and night. The ideas spark memories and, the next thing I know, I'm scanning my computer and tucked-away boxes for old photographs to use on the Dos Gildas website and calling my aunts and uncles to see if anyone has written down my grandmother's recipes. I'm on a treasure hunt. But this project isn't just about recipes on a page; it's about good, soulful food and what makes it that way. Take, for example, the breakfast taco (See my recipe below!), a seemingly simple creation. Usually a warm, flour or corn tortilla wrapped around steamy scrambled eggs and diced potatoes. Easy, right? Hard to get it wrong. Anyone can scramble an egg with potatoes, no? No. Recently, on a trip home from Los Angeles while I waited for my plane to board at LAX, I wandered into a Mexican cafe. It was 8:00 a.m. and, even though I was completely aware of the fact that I was about to … [Read more...]

Tacos de la Calle on the K Street Corridor

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On a recent January day, I suggested to my friend, Veronica, that we settle for a sushi lunch. “Why do you want cold food on such a cold day?” Veronica vexed. “They’ve got sooouup,” I sang, practicing the art of persuasion. Veronica acquiesced and we trekked west by southwest to Farragut Square, en route to a Japanese joint a few blocks from the White House.  But then, as we crossed K Street, something caught my eye:  the TaKorean food truck. Maybe it was the allure of azure on wheels against a grey cityscape or the inference brought by the long line of sure-to-be lawyers waiting to order, but sushi was suddenly dead to me. Now, Vero is a patient friend and my opposite in this and other ways.  For example, she is—and I quote—“anti-funky fusion” (though I suspect this only applies to food) and I am a lover of many things funky and fused (e.g. the … [Read more...]