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Photo courtesy of the City Paper

A year ago, when I lived in a podunk little place to the south of Charleston where the local “newspapers” (I use that term loosely) deem donkeys walking along I-95 as news, mobile businesses were prohibited within town limits by a rather broad section within the zoning ordinance.  At one point, an entrepreneur applied for a business license to bring a mobile kitchen, aka a very haggard, derelict bus, into town to peddle tacos to construction workers.  Such a monumental, earth-shattering application approval within town limits would have certainly upset the tiny wittle townsfolk, as any change seemed to, and the license application was denied after a public outcry so asinine it bordered on criminality.

Thankfully, Charleston has no such prohibition to my knowledge, thus why Taco Boy will be extending its taco and burrito goodness reach from its two permanent locations and visiting the masses of the Charleston area aboard their very own DHEC-certified mobile kitchen, which is kitschy haggard as opposed to flat-out awful like the aforementioned example.  You may soon see me sitting on corner of Wentworth and Pitt, legs crossed Indian-style, drawing malformed illustrations with sidewalk chalk waiting for the taco bus to arrive. And then maybe on the ice cream truck as well.

And the best news is, I can actually take Finley.  Stupid DHEC.


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As alluded to previously, we recently had our first encounter with the Huger (pronounced YOU-GEE, not HEW-GURR or HUGE-EE or the dreaded HUGGER) Street Taco Boy, which had been billed by many of my friends as “totally awesome”, “constructed all in that green construction thingy you like”, and “leet”, the latter of which I hadn’t heard used within my social circles for half a decade easily.

Our visit did not disappoint.  Residing within a renovated warehouse, the entire place looks as if it is the accumulation of all the items recovered on the show American Pickers. Salvaged aluminum and various metal pieces skillfully painted or arranged adorn the facade and walls of the patio area. Reclaimed wrought iron fences, gloriously untreated and rusty, mark the entry into the eclectic interior within.  On-site irrigation through the usage of rain barrels and a green roof combine with these other elements to give the restaurant a decidedly gritty, almost purely organic feel.  It’s like eating tacos on the set of Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, except minus, you know, biker hordes, hints of nuclear radiation, Tina Turner, and a ridiculously terrible movie premise.

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