The Taco Truck – Boston

There was a lot of hype surrounding The Taco Truck. So I had to go. The hype was what hype usually is – hyped up.

I had palpitations waiting for the Aguacate Tostada Tacos, and I nearly had a heart attack trying to eat them. The black beans were little gallstones drowning in what reminded me of a salty murky biliary sludge. I had to choke it down, despite the stingy solitary slice of fried avocado. I wouldn’t touch that taco again even if the avocado had twins.

The Carnitas Michoacan Tacos were decent, and the guacamole topper is worth paying extra. But it was forgettable at best. Nothing wrong, nothing right. I can barely recall the taco, and I’d just as soon forget the truck.