Still jet lagged I have somehow managed to miss my stop on the subway going uptown. It's a good thing, too. I got out at 137th street and heard, "Tamale! Tamale!"
I believe everything happens for a reason, and thankfully the Chow God (there must be one) was not going to let this jet-lagged and NY food deprived traveller miss this subtle manouver by way of slight detour on the train. I was going to just get out and turn right back on the train had I not heard the shouts of "Tamale! Tamale!".
I got a pork one and a cheese one for $1 each. Big flat white corn tamales, moist, and SPICY! Nothing in it looked spicy, except there was a piece of pepper that I thought was a tomato. Way Better than any tamale I've had in restaurants. The shredded pork had good honest porky flavor that's been hard to come by these days. The Cheese one would be good for non-vegan vegetarians. OF course, you have to be able to take the spiciness. Thankfully I had some Gewurztraminer left in the fridge and it did take the edge off of the burn...and life is good.
The lady who sold these were at the middle part of a wide two-way traffic on Broadway, right where the uptown 1 train would get out at the 137th street stop.
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