Tonight, I was in one of my I don’t feel like cooking and I’m bored with my food moods. I could have whipped up a Moroccan spiced lentil stew that would have cured that, but instead I decided to see if any of the food carts had set up for the evening.
Having been on a diet of corn tortillas for ages, I’ve been eating a lot of ‘Mexicany’ food for a while now and it’s pretty mundane for me. I’ve already had my fill of chips and salsa. There’s lots of wonderful options at sit down restaurants for seafood and the like, but when it comes to fast food, none of the options are super appealing to me.
So when I saw that the only cart that was up and running so early (Mexicans eat late) was the hamburger one, I decided to take a chance on it.
The cart was very new looking, better condition than many food carts I’ve bought food from in the U.S. I watched the lady work and she was very sanitation conscious. I hesitated to agree to lettuce and tomatoes, but eventually did so and saw her handle the veggies the way I would have handled mine at home.
The resulting burger had an absolutely forgettable patty of something unidentifable as even being related to beef, a nice thick layer of ham that gave me the protein feel I was craving, American-style cheese (both white and yellow and better than the stuff I get back home), really lovely fresh tomatoes and crisp lettuce, a wonderful buttered bun (bread is SUCH a treat!), and, most importantly FRENCH’S MUSTARD. I can’t believe I bought into the bull about mustard being AWOL in Mexico. There was no relish, so I used their very drippy Del Monte ketchup for a little sweetness.
Despite the hamburger patty itself being absolutely bewildering, having the texture of a veggie patty, the sandwich as a whole was just what I needed tonight apparently as it really hit the spot!
I had a nice conversation with the cook, who just prattled on at me and patiently repeated each time I apologized and said that I wasn’t understanding her. Her husband came by and was excited to find someone with whom he could practice English (seriously, he’s having trouble finding people with whom he can practice English?!) and in the end, I paid 25 pesos for a 35 peso burger.
I’m not convinced that I’ll be going back for another burger anytime soon, but I’m glad I ventured out tonight and took a chance. Next week, I need to find the ‘crazy potato’ stand…

