For whatever reason, I have an obsession with tamales. Maybe because they're usually very cheap. Probably because they're hard to find. Definitely because I enjoy street food.
I've had tamales twice from a 'street guy.' One time from a cart guy on Bryn Mawr and another time at Will's from a guy going bar to bar. 5 for $5, its a beautiful thing. Everytime I drive along Montrose on my way to Milwaukee or on the way back I dream about stopping. Kelly never lets me, but soon! Soon I tell you!
The other day, I was in Albany Park, by Kedzie and Irving, visiting a friends new condo. I saw 2 carts that looked promising and my stomach was very excited. I parked and walk a block to the corner of Kedzie and Cullom to find my treasure only to find one cart was a fruit cart and another only sold tacos and tortas. Not to be denied. I saw another cart being pushed down the street away from me and ran, yes ran, 2 blocks after her, only to be denied once more. To my great disappointment, it was not to be that day.
If only there was a tamale truck that came by my apartment or office everyday..... One can hope.
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