In the words of my white friend, "se habla".
There was no "habla" from her that made sense, even her English "habla", because she was drunk. However, Miss Drunkzies, as I will so affectionately call her, had the brilliant idea to leave a block party for tamales.
I kind of have a lot of weaknesses. Romantic comedies, Carlos Quentin's butt, Sumatra lilies, west coast IPAs and Mexican food, especially tamales, to name a few. However, I learned a very important lesson last year. Non-traditional tamales walk a very fine line. I won't name names, but I'm looking in your direction, tamale place in Pilsen with the Chicago flag logo.
Anyhow, Miss Drunkzies and I had previously chatted about Tamale Spaceship having a storefront. We parked on Milwaukee and walked about 8 miles to the address of a furniture store. That's right, Miss Drunkzies gave us the wrong address and no one thought to question her, even our sober driver. It may be in Wicker Park, but it's on that other popular street, Damen.
We get back in the car, make a few rights, a couple lefts and bam! We arrived. It was small, it was dark and it was almost equally as hot on the inside as it was outside, but I didn't care. The ladies had wigs, the men had masks and the walls had luchadores painted on. I felt like I was amongst my people!.....in Pilsen, that is. Actually, I felt like I was in my mother's kitchen. She's white and doesn't know how to make tamales, but she has this adorable luchadores painting I stand to inherit and she keeps the a/c off so it's roughly 80-85 degrees on any given day.
When it was time to order I ended up saying "whatever you want, I want elotes" and found out someone ordered the same tamale we tried a few weeks back from their food truck. ::Insert side eyed emoji here:: I really shouldn't complain. It was flavorful, there was a nice kick to it and it was filling. I loved the elote, there was something different about theirs (but I had been boozing for hours prior, I couldn't tell you what that was), except the portion was small, especially for the price. I can buy the ingredients for said elotes and feed the 4 of us that were there for the same price. However, isn't that the point of these places? I can't really complain though since I was given the go ahead to pretty much finish it by myself.
The service was great. I was offered water about 8 times, even though I was holding a cup of it. I'm a sweaty halfie, what can I say? I really did appreciate that though. We sat on their patio, they brought out the food and even offered to refill our water (they have a little cooler and plastic cups inside for you to do this.) They're BYOB, and not that any of us needed to imbibe any more (but I totally did once we returned to the block party), if I had known that, we might have stayed a smidge longer. Only a smidge though as the patio isn't big by any means. I think there was something like 4 or 5 tables following a longer, narrower path. It's comfortable, but not "park your butt and drink awhile" comfortable.
If you're familiar with Tamale Spaceship you'll be familiar with the food here. The difference is this place has seats. Limited seats, but seats nonetheless. $8 for two tamales makes me feel like a chump, but they are good. Authentic enough with a bit of a twist done right. Miss Drunkzies ordered like a drunk and therefore passed a taco in my direction. Same as the picturesque tamale, except it seemed a little on the dry side. Not bad, but I'd stick to the tamales. read more