I only get the opportunity to go south to Nolensville once in a blue moon. It may only be 10 miles away, but I feel like I have to set aside 4 hours to visit. Don’t know why. Maybe because they speak a different language there. Really.
Tucker was nice enough to drive Onionhead and me to Las Americas after I convinced him that tacos and pupusas were a much better choice than Waffle House. An hour or so later, I had 3 tacos and a pupusa in my belly, along with ladles and ladles of happiness. I swear, Mexican food is like a second comfort food for me. In another life, I would’ve lived in Oaxaca, or Mexican City. In regards to the meat, I’d have to say that beef cheek is the new pork belly. Highly underrated. Even more fatty, flavorful, and “indie” if I may use that descriptor. The meat disintegrated in my mouth, floating away in a million different directions, each carrying tiny molecules of beefy, eventually converging in the oblivion of my stomach. Yeah, it’s kinda like drugs. I stayed far away from the horchata this time. Last time the amount of undissolved powder in the drink left me feeling like I was choking down a glass of metamucil, only without the added benefit of some quality bathroom time afterwards.
I’m still looking for some good quality tacos in Nashville proper. While it’s also pretty much another country, I’ve seen a string of taco trucks along Charlotte Pike. Granted I don’t get shot or robbed at night, I’d like to go on a taco truck crawl along Charlotte one night.
Las Americas Nolensville Nashville, TN
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