Then God helped Eric Silverstein create The Peached Tortilla, and God had to take more than the Sabbath Day off because it was so fucking delicious. And what a handsome lad Eric is, too.
Whether you believe in God or not, believe in The Peached Tortilla. Good eats, good employees... So glad I found this place!
I follow them on Twitter, so I always know where they're gonna be. I had tweeted to ask the first day I went, beforehand, where they would be for lunch that day. When they tweeted back to me that they'd be in the Arboretum from noon until 2pm, I was all over it, intending to get there by noon. Then, around 11:40, I got a tweet telling me, specifically, they were running late, but that they'd be at the Arboretum by 12:45. That's class, folks. Had he not tweeted that to me, I would have been there by noon wondering where on God's green earth they were. Since the owner tweeted a warning to me, I knew not to show up until 12:45. And the owner even knew who I was, based on my Twitter profile, when I showed up there.
First time I went, I got a bbq brisket tortilla (brisket, jalepeno slaw, and smoky roasted peach bbq sauce), and some Belgian fries with bacon Ranch dipping sauce. Why is it that *I* can never think of putting bacon and Ranch together? Seems like a natch, but I'm no culinary prodigy. Thankfully for people like me, there ARE culinary prodigies who put these things together.
It wasn't the best brisket I've ever eaten, but it was still quite good, and the peach bbq sauce made my mouth beg for more, as did the bacon Ranch. I couldn't eat all the fries, and that made me depressed for a few minutes. But I felt better once it occurred to me that I could simply go back again and get more food some other day.
Since then, I've tried the catfish taco, on corn tortilla, and that has become my favorite item. The crunchy cornmeal catfish... the cabbage, the creamy slaw, the spicy mayo... ohhhh, the foodgasm! THE FOODGASM! I'm going back again today for more, I tell you!
I now stalk Peached Tortilla. When they're at the Arboretum, I'm there. When they're at the Domain, I'm there. They should come by my house, as I'm usually there, too. I buy a brisket taco, a catfish taco, and a drink, and I slink away to hide and eat, carefully watching their activities, like a vice cop stalking a man propositioning a prostitute.
Okay, no, I don't stalk Peached Tortilla. I've actually only been several times. (Heh, yeah, ONLY several!) But I plan to go back several MORE times to try a cornucopia of items. I love the word "cornucopia". I have a cornucopia of positive emotions when I try out Peached Tortilla's food. And they always have a cornucopia of customers at their trailer. And if I eat there often enough, I suspect I'll end up with a cornucopia of weight.
(Since I tried the banh mi slider on 7/6, I must write a quick update):
Eric Silverstein has written a love story, and it's called The Peached Tortilla. The main players of interest in this story are:
Mr. Catfish Taco. He's a bit fishy, but don't let that stop you from getting to know him.
Next, we have Sister Brisket Taco. She's corny, and a bit of a meat-head, but she's quite saucy for a nun.
Finally, we have Miss Banh Mi Slider. She'll slide into your life and make you forget about all your problems. She may be a bit of a porker, but she's still sexy, and her kisses are quite delicious.
Pick up this love story and find out how these characters get along in their peachy world. You won't be able to put it down.