Tacos are my culinary crutch. I can’t walk past a Mexican takeout joint without picking one up – and here in New York it’s a rare neighbourhood that doesn’t have two or three on every other street. When you live in a place like New Zealand you’re so far away from the rest of the planet, so most of your knowledge of the world at large comes from movies, TV shows, magazines, newspapers and the internet. When I think of tacos in New York, the first thing that comes to mind is Rockaway Taco thanks to The Selby‘s short film on the little restaurant that could in Rockaway Beach, Queens.
Situated in a decrepit building on the corner of a working class residential street, Rockaway Taco is split in three: the first room houses organic juices, the second Italian ices and the third tacos. You wait in line with about 25 other people in the blazing sun, with convenient little window counters at regular intervals to lure you into buying a juice or ice before you get to the taco spot. I went for the pink lemonade, pineapple ice and a carne taco with guacamole. All three exceeded expectations. $10 well spent. If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, make sure to stop by.