La Michoacana
Thursday, we ate lunch at a place proclaiming “Mexican Street Food” and “Home Made Ice Cream” called La Michoacana. I noticed it yesterday on Apple Maps while looking at the nearby town on Deming. The Yelp review photos looked promising, so we checked it out. As a bonus, we would have stumbled across it naturally as we took Barnie to a dog park. Barnie give the dog park high marks.
Even though we’re very close to Mexico, I wasn’t quite prepared for how authentically Mexican it would be. We walked in and a Latina lady came to the counter and said, “Buenos Dias.” I sort of mumbled “Hi” as I looked at the menu on a chalkboard above her. I still wasn’t really thinking about anything but my order and if LeeAnn was ready when I said something along the lines of “I’d like three barbacoa tacos…” I couldn’t get the rest out before she said, “No hablo inglés” and quickly walked to the back asking who could speak English. As that was happening, I stood there calling to her “señora, señora.” I wanted to tell her I could order in Spanish, but by the time I said that, she was already to the kitchen and likely couldn’t hear me. An English speaker came out at took our order.
The barbacoa tacos, $1.50 each.
The tacos were really good. I have some Spanish, but my pronunciation is bad. That’s probably why I reflexively ordered in English, that, and I’m an English speaker. As we were eating, several people, all Spanish speakers, came in. I listened to her take their orders and the questions she asked. I totally could have ordered in Spanish. I might have even got the same order I received speaking in English. I wish I had tried it in Spanish, but it was still a fun, interesting experience.
Let me end by restating how good the food was. Also, we beat a rush. After we ate, LeeAnn wanted ice cream, but the line was out to the door, so we skipped it.
The counter at La Michoacana where you place your order and have a seat.