Yesterday I was driving thru Hayward to visit a friend. Looking for a place to get coffee I saw one SB, one JintheB, and a couple of closed Indian/Afghani places. Nothing interesting.
But I did see this 1920s era gas station renewed as a youth/community center with a local run garden.
So after my visit, returning north, I noticed that there were people in the garden, and a taco truck. And my window was open, and I was hit by the most amazing aromas.
My van can do a u turn in an amazingly small space.
Even with Covid restrictions, this place is vibrant. Stuff happening,
New Murals
But the real star of the show was the taco truck. I have never regretted eating from a taco truck. Two, now three of my most memorable meals have come from taco trucks.
My Spanish is not so good, but I essentially said "I want what he is having." Which was meat and cheese, wrapped in a taco and fried on the grill. Served with Onions and Jalapenos
They say it is important to stop and smell the roses.
I say it is important to stop and taste the tacos.
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