A Quick Bite
 | Chando's in Sacramento, is all about the authentic taco experience. I however, had a memorable experience with a mystery food, that makes our quick lunch worthy of a dining adventure write up. |
Lunch in February
| Don and I visited our son and daughter-in-law, just after they moved to Sacramento. Their furniture hadn't arrived, so we helped them with other important tasks, like exploring the food options, near their home. We had noticed long lines, every time we drove by this tiny yellow taco restaurant. |  |
Order Window
We studied the chalkboard menu, with numerous taco options.
Tostilocos!
Tostilocos!
 | But as soon as I got up to the window, I noticed a picture on the glass. "Tostilocos!" I loved the name right off. Once I read the word peanuts I was excited! It sounded like the kind of creation a kid would make for an after school snack. A "Frito-Pie" with peanuts! I placed my order! |
Dining with Lola
| Part of the attraction of Chando's, was that we could dine with Lola, the pup. Lola was adjusting to her new life in Sacramento, too. We tried to include her whenever we could. All the seating at Chando's was outdoors. Luckily there was a table left for us, in the back, away from the busy line and street traffic. |  |
The Food
 | Our order was ready! The others went for tacos, because that's what Chando's does best. The owners follow their family's taco tradition, that began in Tijuana. Everyone seemed pleased! |
Mystery Ingredient
My Tostilocos was served in an opened chip bag. I squeezed some lime and dug in! I wasn't really sure what all the ingredients were, but the peanuts were good. I liked the crunchy cucumber and jicama.
My Tostilocos was served in an opened chip bag. I squeezed some lime and dug in! I wasn't really sure what all the ingredients were, but the peanuts were good. I liked the crunchy cucumber and jicama.
Hmm? The little slices of onion seemed to have an odd flavor and texture. Chali took a bite and wondered with me. "There's a strange aftertaste." Then I looked at the list of ingredients, on the sign. "What's cueritos?" I asked.
Pig Skin! That wasn't an onion that I tasted. It was written right on that bright ad, but I don't speak Spanish. Luckily there was no table service and I didn't have to insult a server by not finishing my meal.
I'll have a taco, next time!
Pig Skin! That wasn't an onion that I tasted. It was written right on that bright ad, but I don't speak Spanish. Luckily there was no table service and I didn't have to insult a server by not finishing my meal.
I'll have a taco, next time!
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