Tacos El Borreguito

I had seen this trailer parked in the Shell lot for months, but never in operation until a week ago. It had apparently sat rented but unused for 6 months. Thankfully, it is running regularly now, albeit between 6am and 2pm M-​Sa.
The first thing I spotted inside was a tortilla press, and naturally followed by asking if the tortillas were made there. «Sí, tortillas hechas a mano.» That’s musica to my orejas (of maize).
Lengua is a wildcard among taco trucks everywhere. You never really know what you’re going to get. It could be vapid, steamed tough chunks, or it could be luscious, velvety, sublime. Or it could be what I got served here: Braised till it can’t give any more tenderness, then griddled crisp to take it to another dimension. The best of both worlds and filled with so much flavor from the alchemy of turning muscle into a two dollar Friday afternoon treat from the parking lot of a gas station. Wash it down with a lime Topo Chico and go about your day.