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FeedGreat Dates: 'Til Lloyd do us part?
Truck and license plate photo by Josh Flannigan; taco photo by kc kratt
If your date doesn’t seem to take their three meals a day quite as seriously as you do, that just means there’s room for conversion. But first, a multipart test. Will they stand outside, in the rain and sleet, waiting patiently in a snaking line just to order food from a small window cut in the side of Lloyd Taco Truck? Will they humor you by trying your favorite taco specials, including the neophyte-unfriendly chicharonne (fresh pork rind) and lengua (shaved beef tongue)? Finally, will they sit beside you on a grimy concrete planter on a questionable block of Main Street, managing a drippy, delicious taco with nary a paper plate or Handi-wipe to be seen? If your date manages two out of three on this test without batting an eye, you just might have a keeper. If he or she announces, mid-meal, that chicharonne should occupy its own food group, propose.
Two questions: Why would Lloyd "part" any couple? Lloyd unites; doesn't divide. And, is that a French spelling of "chicharron"? Head south to Costa Rica and taste the many ways of preparing the "chicharron." Vigoron and Chifrijo are pretty tasty down that way.