It’s just past 2:00 pm on a Monday in La Canada, a beautiful suburban town located in the greater Los Angeles district. I see people start scrambling to line up on Foothill Blvd; I wondered to myself what the big deal was. In the distance I catch a glimpse of a silver truck glistening in the sun, racing towards the huddled multitudes. As the truck came to a gentle stop, the people swarmed towards the truck, like ants swarming towards sugar.
The truck was a cast iron gray, with a vibrant color painting of the Virgin Mary adorning the right side of the truck. On the left side in bright crimson lettering read the words, Mami’s Tacos. The truck had an aura of authenticity; you wouldn’t expect a real taco truck like this in a suburban area.
I was curious as I stalked myself over to the taco truck, and got in line. There were at least 20 people in line each clamoring about how good these tacos were. They were obviously not first time customers. The aroma of the cilantro and the different meats stung my nose with pleasure. After a good 20 minute of salivating, I found myself looking at the head chef, Mario. He was short and robust, no taller than 5 feet 6. His skin was toasted to a deep brown by the countless hours spent outside in the sun. His face was long and pointed, and had lips gelatinous and plump with a thick caterpillar like mustache that wiggled every time he spoke. His eyes were a dark
captivating brown. He wore a worn out Nike shirt and an apron over it, with countless stains caused by food. Mario was a proud man; he confidently with a smile asked me, “What would you like Senor?”
Mario has owned Mami’s Tacos, which means Mom’s tacos in Spanish, for 18 years. He cheerfully explained; he always loved the way his Mami made her tacos with love and compassion. “I feel like it’s my mission to bring quality and authentic Mexican tacos to the people.” Mario...