Last week, mrs. sacman and I hit the Bora Bora truck. It's located in the parking lot of a defunct filling station/auto repair shop, at the corner of 122nd & Powell.
This is the very definition of a dive taco truck. Look at it:
Yes, that's a tiny two-table dining area in the space formerly occupied by part of the old gas station.
Have your clutch replaced at the same time you pound down a taco! But look at it from a different angle:
More on this delicious chicken a little later.
We showed up early in the afternoon on a weekday, on our way out of town. Their lunch rush would have been over; it was just the two of us the entire time we were there. There were three people at the cart: two ladies in the cart itself, and a man outside, tending the grill. They were very nice to us, and seemed genuinely happy to serve us. Unfortunately language was a bit of a barrier; in terms of ordering: FINE! No problem. But I wanted to get more information out of them, and really wasn't able to strike up much of a conversation.
I guess that's not so much a problem, as they spoke food and I spoke money. It worked.
A couple of tacos: one al pastor and one pollos adobado. They were delicious. I can eat one of these in two bites. I've put some really hot sauce on this; it's got some serious kick, and I do recommend it if you can take some heat. They offer a milder sauce that mrs. sacman liked. Curiously, the milder sauce is prominently labeled "habanero."
mrs. sacman's tacos: both were carnitas.
I ordered a lengua torta. There's a layer of beans...
...and some avocado, the meat, some lettuce, and mayo. The bread was just about perfect. A delicious sandwich.
I asked them to tack on a ceviche tostada. This was my least favorite dish. Oh, it was fresh - too fresh, I think. They were squeezing the limes for this dish right in front of me; I prefer my ceviches a little more marinated.
mrs. sacman ordered a vampiros; the meat is carne asada. I didn't try this, but mrs. sacman said it was great.
We were not really still hungry, but the food was so delicious that we decided to order four more tacos. I told mrs. sacman to surprise me with the funkiest meat they had. She ended up ordering two more carnitas for her, and two buche tacos for me (pork esophagus). Here's what we got:
Which ones are which? We couldn't tell at first. mrs. sacman was pretty adamant that she wanted the carnitas instead of the buche, so we poked around until we were pretty sure we'd got it sorted. As far as I'm concerned, pork is pork is pork though - it's all delicious (apologies to M. Brownlow).
At the end of our meal, one of the ladies brought us a chicken wing to try, right off the grill:
It was spectacular. We were full to bursting at that point, and we had a 5 hour drive in front of us, so we begged off buying any more food.
This was all about $25 or so, and worth every penny. We did go overboard somewhat.
There are restrooms, in theory. They suck so much, though, that the kind folks at Bora Bora have set up an outdoor hand washing station:
Warm water and scented soap! It works.
Go to Bora Bora, with the expectation of getting really awesome food. We didn't eat a single thing that we didn't like. We'll be back for sure.
-sacman
