There are few things in life I enjoy more than chicken tamales.
One of them is duck tamales.
And other is buying any kind of tamale off the back of a truck from a crazy man in a Mexican wrestler mask and sequin sombrero.
Lucky for me, The Tamale Spaceship (yes, that’s what it is called) parks around the corner from my office just about every week.
Wait? You buy your lunch off the back of the truck from a crazy man in a luchador mask?
Yes.
I’m jealous. Lunch doesn’t get any better than that now does it?
Well, actually, yes. Sometimes it does; if you time it right, the Chicago Cupcake truck will park one over and you can hit your sweet tooth and your tamale tooth in one swoop. Even better, move 20′ west and you can eat it in the sunshine overlooking the Chagall. Not a bad way to spend a Friday.
I highly recommend the peanut butter cup cupcake. It has a crunchy cookie bottom and whole peanut butter cup cooked in the middle. If you can make it through the whole thing by yourself you deserve a hug. Or maybe another tamale…
Happy Friday 🙂