Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Rolling Something Illegal

Anytime I hear the word "free", you have my undivided attention. I caught wind of a launch party for the newest food truck in the Dallas area and made sure I brought my A-game in sweet talking my way into this event. Luckily I didn't have to do much sweet talking as I was the Wifey's guest. I guess marriage has it's positives.

This event was going to be held at the Community Beer Company Brewery across from the home of the Dallas Mavericks and Dallas Stars and random circuses. And arguably the most talented musical duo, The O's. They are just two dudes who play every instrument, at the same freaking time.

But obviously the highlight of this launch party was for the Texas Burrito Company, the latest invention from the Two Trucks LLC, same brains behind The Butcher's Son Gandolfo's and What's Da Scoop. I am guessing this new truck makes them Four Trucks LLC?

Surprising Dallas lacks a good Mexican food truck. There's a Greek truck, slider truck, Indian food truck, hot dog truck, and even a sushi truck but not really a Mexican truck. I'm not a big fan of kitschy slogans (don't get me started at the incredible influx of "what the pho" crap for vietnamese places) but Texas Burrito Company's slogan is "Anything rolled this good should be illegal." Luckily for them, the slogan holds up.

I remember when I had to go to Ogden, Utah for work, I was introduced to something that was better than Chipotle and Freebirds. A burrito place called Costa Vida. I know, I should turn in my Texan card, but I've never imagined burying a perfectly good burrito in delicious sauce. But if it's any consolation, Costa Vida has a location in Fort Worth and I think Grapevine.

After grabbing a Community Public Ale, recently victorious at the GABF (Great American Beer Festival or Good Ass Beer Festival), I decided on the Rio Grande, a flour burrito filled with sweet pork barbacoa, cheese, rice, and beans, and made wet, which is their sexual innuendo for bathing the burrito in a green chile sauce. The barbacoa was ridiculously delicious. I would liken it to more of a carnita but it was definitely good.

The Wifey decided on a pick two taco plate and ended up getting the fire grill steak and chicken. The steak sadly lacked flavor. You could tell it had seasoning on it but the meat itself was just bland. The chicken was a lot better and the fact it had goat cheese and bacon made it even more satisfying.

We also got hooked up with some grilled corn. I would just go to this truck solely for the grilled corn. A whole corn grilled and covered in an avocado lime crema and a Sriracha drizzle. I would be smitten if they put some in my burrito.

Best part of this meal? The O's serenaded us with music and their standup comedy. If you don't want to eat your burrito with pinkies out with a knife and fork, then you can opt to not make your burrito wet. But I will highly suggest against it.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Choco Tacos and Tears

Pillow is roughly around it's 26th week and based on the Wifey's bitching, it is currently kicking itself into her lungs. I haven't had a chance to actually feel Pillow kick but I do make sure I poke the crap out of Pillow's home hoping to stir up some movement. It just seems as though Pillow decides to play shy when I get near.

The Wifey has been stashing a box of Choco-Tacos in the back of the freezer and the other night the Baby came across this hidden treasure.

The Baby has always had free reign in the pantry and the fridge and although some parents would freak out over this autonomy, the Baby has done a good job of making healthy choices. She usually opts for fruit or carrots as her preferred snacks. She will sometimes spot the bag of frozen edamame and request that as a snack but she refers to as green beans. Pretty much anything that's small and green is a green bean. Except peas. Those are just peas.

But the box of Choco-Tacos caught her eye as she was rummaging the freezer - the chocolate, waffle shell definitely called out to her. Since she knows better not to eat anything new or delicious without running it by us first, she quietly grabbed my hand and pointed at the majestical glow beaming from this Choco-Taco box.

Sadly, there was only one left. I told the Baby she couldn't have it; she would need to ask her mom first. The Baby started to whine and pout so I finally said, "fine, you can have it. But you have to tell mommy you ate the last one."

Sudden fear colored her face and she frantically said no and refused the scrumptious treat. The Baby knows not to eat a pregnant woman's last one of anything. She decided that a bowl of cold carrots would hold her over until her mother came home.