Taqueria Jalisco

Just goes to show you how terrible my Spanish is… when I didn’t see a name on this taco truck, I asked the fella taking orders. He looked at me like I had two heads and muttered something that sounded like «Taqueria Cascalito» — as I apparently notated on my phone. Seeing as how Jalisco is nowhere close, I can only assume that I’ve failed Mrs Winborne, my 9^th-​grade Spanish teacher; that I’m hard of hearing; or that I was a tad drunk.
Now it was 2am. The best time for taco trunks, in my opinion. There are no prices posted on the truck. Only a menu which consists of the expected tacos, burritos, and quesadillas — but also had tortas. Surprisingly unadventurous, I ordered a single pastor taco; my husband got a pollo quesadilla. We were both kicking ourselves when the throng of guys (it was a total sausage-​fest the other night) waiting for their orders unwrapped their tortas — giant sandwiches that looked absolutely delicious.
My taco — though not skimpy on the filling, and with the requisite cilantro & onion — was not as good as I’d hoped. I was far more impressed (and surprised) by the quesadilla which had this amazing smoked meat flavor in the chicken. Completely unexpected, and quite good. Our tab totaled $ 5.50 which I thought high for just a puny taco and quesadilla.
Look for this truck in the Cat’s Cradle parking lot.