Tacombi at Fonda Nolita

Tacombi at Fonda Nolita
267 Elizabeth St, New York, NY 10012
http://www.tacombi.com

Whatever you do in New York City, just GO EAT A TACO AT TACOMBI.

Nearing my deportation date, I decided to go on a hit list through the places I wanted to eat at. The entire day would be filled with an item from a place I really wanted to try out.

Strolling up to Tacombi’s store front, I felt like I was in another part of SoHo. All of a sudden, space was not an issue. The interior of the restaurant was like a steel factory, with the highest of ceilings in this warehouse of a structure. There was a VW bus in there, that was apparently where the tacos came out from. At the front, there is a bar area with drinks in large glass jars. There are picnic tables, individual tables, strings of lights. Oh, glorious taco joint, why didn’t I come here earlier?

Because I was zipping through the neighbourhood with my hit list, I got a fish taco to go.

I awkwardly waited at the front, not sitting down and paced outside the store. Finally, my single taco was handed to me in a brown lunch bag. I totted the object down Elizabeth Street, trying to find a bench to eat it. I ended up in front of The Butcher’s Daughter.

Whew, finally a place far enough and without anyone beside me so that I can chomp on this taco and have mayo all over my face without being embarrassed.

I opened up the foil and inside the taco rested on a pastel poppy red paper sheet. The cabbage slaw was a good crunch to the fried fish and the mayo, even though just a dollop, was the perfect dollop.

I didn’t find the tortilla to taste like grainy corn tortilla, which is good. Often I find them too cold, hard and grainy.

5/5
Each bite was filled with a little bit of fish (two large pieces as shown in the picture), a little mayo and a little slaw.

I’ve had my share of tacos in New York (from restaurants and carts), and this is my favourite place. The atmosphere also adds a lot to it. Next time I’m in the city, I’ll definitely drag a few friends, sit under the white stringed lights and have our bellies filled.

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