FOREVER TOURISTS New York City Reviews

Tacombi at Fonda Nolita

Tacombi at Fonda Nolita
267 Elizabeth St, New York, NY 10012

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.

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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