The Tamale Guy

The Tamale Guy is an underground legend in Chicago. He’s just as legendary as The Walking Dude, The Bright Suit Guy (Vincent P. Falk) and the Downtown Black Preacher who stands in front of the Old Navy on State Street.

Who doesn’t want a delicious tamale after a night of drinking or bars? He’s always there when you need him with delicious tamales and salsas.

OK if I’m lying I’m dying. We were at the HIDEOUT tonight and a guy named bob called a guy named tim cause we needed the tamale guy. Tim says I’m kind of busy cause katie and I are meeting the president tomorrow, I’ll see what I can do. 7 minutes later, we’re in chicken, cheese and pork tamale heaven — big clue here my friends. He shows up in a blue 4 door beat to shit car with 4 spare tires and no hub caps. He only speaks spanish so of course I give him all of my money cause I do not have clue what the bill is. If this is what does not make Chicago COOL, then I have no idea what does.

I have seen a vision. A vision of hope and joy. Of life and happiness. I have seen a light shine in the darkest of times. Times when my stomach aches and the hangry takes hold.
It’s these times my champion, my hero appears. His red cooler is a beacon of glee. His wares a symbol of unfettered bliss.
TAMALES! TAMALES!
It is sweet music that calms my fury and fills my soul.
Tamale guy, may you ever be blessed and live on forever, for all of us.

Has saved my life multiple times. I saw him once pull a baby from a car wreck.
One time, his tamales stopped a gang war. It was the al pastor, both sides stopped arguing and started eating. I’d highly recommend it.
Anyways, flag him down. Tamales are life changing, and they support world peace.

The tamale man has saved me in my direst of times.
You never know when he’s going to show up, if at all, but when he does it’s as if the heavens open up and the angels sing down ‘hallelujah’.
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Everyone knows about the Tamale Guy’s superpower of bringing magical tamales to the drunken and wretched of Chicago. But what many people don’t know is that his magical tamales respond to the individual soul of the person eating them. Look at the reviews: Good people loved their tamales. Douchebros (of both genders) hated them.
Such is the power of the magic tamales!
So if your a good guy or good gal, get yourself twelve great magical tamales for just $ 10. But don’t waste your money if you’re a douche.