Elotes Junior

It’s my elote stand. And it’s 1 minute from my house.
One thing I hate about the majority of spots you can get a legit elote– they mix the mayo and crema. Da fuq? I don’t like mayo in my elote and you force this upon me– ninja-​ing it into my beloved crema!!! Savages. I had one heathen tell me you can’t tell. I can tell you evil wench!
My homie at this stand doesn’t put me in that horrible situation where I walk away with a sad cup of corn swimming in lime and hot sauce. He even layers all the mix ins and will put it in a bigger cup so you don’t have to stir so vigorously. He always has a squad with him– just a bunch of old schools sitting around his stand– its a little odd but don’t let it put you off. This gas station is shady AF– but the elote is so legit.
He has other stuff too. When I get the nachos he puts the cheese and jalapenos separate in a cup so its not all soggy when I get home. So considerate. ive never gotten anything else, but he has other Mexican Munchies. He doesn’t really have set hours/​days– if the weather is nice enough to be outside he’s there. I have never seen him past 1030pm, but I have no idea what time he sets up in the morning.