Awesome Little Taco Truck

Here I am, on my leisurely camping vacation, two dogs in the car, just wanting to find some peaceful space and cruise around. After getting completely lost on my way from Uvas Canyon park, where we were camping, to Mt. Madonna, and finally deciding to go to Coyote Lake and Harvey Bear Ranch instead, (because I actually could FIND San Martin Ave., the street they are on), I saw this little taco truck on the left, before I got to 101.
It wasn’t just a truck, but the proprietor had also put up a little patio with screens and a nice overhang. He put tables and chairs underneath for shade. I believe there were even potted plants. There was no guady lettering on the side, just the delicious tantalizing word «tacos» in small red letters against the shimmering silver side of his truck. Although I was bent on crossing 101, I swung left into the area next to truck. I had to. I really had to.
I saw from the hand lettered signs that they had everything — tacos, burritos, tortas, tripas, carnitas, carne asada… But the special of the week was the TORTA! So, I ordered a torta de pollo. The man taking my order was kind. He spoke clear and precise Spanish which was a breeze for me and we chatted a little. I am shy using my Spanish, as people can slur huge sentences and render me helpless. Although half my family spoke Spanish before English, I have struggled, and love it when I can have good conversations with nice people.
I waited a bit while another man worked on my order. Under the shade, some men ate at the tables. They were working men who were enjoying their food. While I waited, an Anglo man and his wife pulled over. They asked me what the signs said and I told him enthusiastically that tortas were the special and that’s what I had ordered, but I could not recommend anything because this was my first time there. I told him that he could get a burrito or a taco and that they had beef and pork and chicken. I explained that tortas were like sandwiches and were delicious. (nope, didn’t tell him about the lengua or the tripas, lol) He was totally game. He ordered and it made me happy he did.
I received my torta on a plate, mysteriously covered with foil, from the nice man who asked me how I was and told me to have a good day, after which we both smiled.
I got into the truck where my dogs eagerly watched me unwrap my sandwich while thinking «JACKPOT!!»
This was no ordinary torta. This was, the perfect torta. It had little pieces of grilled chicken with crispy flavorful edges encasing juicy tender chicken. It had a generous layer of perfectly ripe avocado. It had a layer of grilled panela cheese. It had a precise layer of lettuce and tomato and a little chile and some mayo. It was encased in a perfectly pressed bun that was thin and crispy from the press. It was — perfect. It was accompanied by a pile of grilled onion, a juicy lime wedge, a pile of sliced radishes and a grilled half of a jalepeno. This was heaven on a plate. I was so enthusiastic, I had to get out of my car at the park and take pictures of my sandwich. It was that good. It really was. This is a couple of hours from my house. I may have to come back, just for that perfect $ 5 torta. Oh, yeah, that perfection? It was $ 5. Love and perfection and contentment = $ 5.
Note — Unilocal thinks this is in Daly City. It is NOT! It is in the town of San Martin, CA, between Gilroy and Morgan Hill in Santa Clara County. Sweet little town.