Believe it or not... just as I was walking from having breakfast at Arthur Ave Bakery this morning (~9:10 AM)
I came across this Mexican lady on the corner of Arthur and 189th, selling tamales out of her pushcart. Right in front of the laundromat. In Bronx's own Little Italy! Who would have thought?
They smelled incredible!!! She had at least 3 kinds in there, all piping hot. Generously sized portions at that. "Damn my half-eaten bagel!", I thought to myself. So I asked her if she would be here same time tomorrow. She said "Si, si, todas las mananas." (Yes, yes, every morning!) God bless her.
So I guess y'all know where I'll be tomorrow morning.