So, its been a week since we moved into our new home base in the Lehigh Valley area of Pennsylvania. On my first full Tuesday in town (And by “full” I mean: I wasn’t thrown into the depths of moving and unpacking a gazillion boxes) I decided it was time that I ventured out and found some good Taco Tuesday spots.
Honestly I was worried there wouldn’t be any. And it didn’t help when my mom texted this to me:
Its like she was taunting me. Trying to find my taco trigger. Like she wants to increase my anxiety level to keep the makers of Lexapro and Xanax in business for a very long time. And she definitely had a point. The Italian spot we’ve been to twice has a taco salad on the menu. Shoot, the deli I am eyeing for an upcoming Sandwich Saturday has taco salad on their menu, too. What is it with these people?
And then I thought: OMG. What if she is right?!? What if these random places offer taco salads because you can’t get a real taco anywhere around here? At that point, I was on a mission to find decent tacos. No. Better than decent. Real tacos.
Thankfully, I’m a great restaurant researcher and my first stop was a success. I landed at Mesa, a fairly new restaurant in Easton, sat myself at the bar, ordered a margarita (why not?) and a selection of their $2 tacos.
Here is one of the tacos I ate:
I’m too lazy to pull up a third picture of the last taco I ate. But….
So I found some tacos. Next up, I need to find some friends. I knew before I got there that I was lacking in the local friend department (And by “lacking” I mean: I have zero friends here) but it didn’t really hit me until I watched the tables of diners around me, laughing and talking to each other. Even if they were “just co-workers” enjoying a lunch together, they were still with people they knew. Me, on the other hand, was all alone. So, so, so alone. So alone that this happened:
Poor me. Poor, poor, pitiful, friendless me.
Okay, full disclosure: I am completely cracking up at myself right now. I’m actually totally cool with the no-friends-at-the-moment situation. I don’t mind venturing out and dining alone. I ended up having some great conversations with the bartender at Mesa and the girl at the antique shop I visited after lunch. And the tacos were delicious. All in all, it was a grand day. I can’t wait for my next adventure. With or without someone tagging along.
Hope you had a Taco Tuesday as terrific as the one I had this week!
I wasn’t taunting you. Maybe egging you on a little bit, but definitely not taunting. 😊 The tacos look good. They appear to be sort of a hybrid between what you and Your Seeester usually like.
Sure. Whatever. Taunting. Egging on. Same thing.
And I don’t know … probably not enough cheeeeeese for My Seeester to approve.
Glad you found tacos to your liking! Being from San Diego (and less than 30 min away from Mexico), I feel your pain. I know what it’s like to be away from home and not have good Mexican food. We rely on it so much and don’t realize it until we’re somewhere that doesn’t have it (or has a crappy version).
Yes! I think I will be able to find other good taco spots here, too. It is hard when you’re used to direct access to awesome food and then have to go searching for it. But it’s fun too. 🙂 thanks for the comment!!