Not knowing anything about the food, i looked at what the locals were ordering - tacos!
First, how many: Locals looked like three was the correct answer.
Next, Corn or Flour: Locals, corn.
Finally: Beef, Chicken, or pork. I said pork; as I am experimenting, I should have said one of each.
Then I see that there is a 'special' beans available today:
So, i am going to have to have these "Cowboy Beans".
Then a drink, sodas, ice tea, and a couple of beverages I was not familiar with. The guy at the counter, pointed, let me sample, and I opted for the
First I got the beans:
I already took a bite at this point, It was delish. Thanks to wikipedia I can tell you:
The dish is characterized by pinto beans stewed with onion, garlic, and bacon.
Then came out the taco:
There was a fresh tomato and onion salsa (not pictured). Note the grilled onions and pepper on the back of the plate. The tacos were wonderful, they were exactly what I was hoping for.
I joined the locals at the picnic table and we all enjoyed our tacos. We did not speak the same language, but we were able to communicate enough to point out the wind was picking up and joke about the rain coming and our need to hurry.
When the rain did come, We all laughed, grabbed our food, and headed for shelter. I scooped up my mostly empty plate to throw away and my drink. I tossed the only thing left into my mouth: the grilled serrano pepper.
That was a mistake... My mouth was on fire the next 40 minutes while i drove through the rain to my next destination.
