Results tagged “ranchobravo”

We asked Smith what he wished to make, and he thought perhaps something with champagne. Champagne, we asked, do we look like we are in a wedding party. You will like this, Smith promised, and he went away and bruised some sprigs of mint which confused us because we did not want to believe he was making a mojito.

Lots of talk about Rancho Bravo combined with a tough time with our taxes (and a need to stretch the budget), necessitating a visit. We'd been to the Wallingford truck, but who can resist the "real restaurant" feel of the old KFC building on Capitol Hill?

We've got a thing about sea, salt, and sea salt in Seattle.

Previously we've claimed that Rancho Bravo al pastor tacos are delicious. Still true. They're not "real" al pastor tacos, though, meaning the pork isn't cooked on a vertical spit while basting in pineapple drippings and sliced directly from the spit to your soft, waiting tortilla. It's an approximation of that, but, come on, Rancho Bravo's a 10-sq.-ft. truck. (We can't wait to get to their new Capitol Hill location, but is the old KFC really an upgrade from a spot four feet away from a dumpster in a parking lot in Wallingford?)

Just last week, we were thinking about the former KFC at Pine and 10th and wondering what--if anything--would ever go in to that building. Thursday night, we happened to see some people working inside there, but we couldn't tell what exactly they were doing. Friday night, more activity inside the building and something that looked like a menu up above the counter. And by Saturday afternoon, the establishment's sign was up, and Rancho Bravo Tacos was open for business. Those guys move fast.

Seattlest and The Stranger have had disagreements of opinion concerning the quality or fucking lack of quality at certain Seattle taco trucks. In this week's print Stranger, though, there is a statement of fact regarding the highly-hyped tamales at the Rancho Bravo truck in Wallingford that cannot be disputed, and should be highlighted: They never have tamales at Rancho Bravo. Seattlest has taken to ordering them defensively, hopefully, and as an add-on but never the focal point of a meal. "Oh, and, excuse me, Ms., but have you any...tamales?" In the ordering window the woman's eyes soften and she seems to say, "It's very flattering that you would ask. You obviously hold them in high regard, and they are delicious. How disappointing for you, though. We do not have any tamales." What she actually says is, "Sorry, no." We're this close to calling in and pre-ordering a dozen of them like the sign on the truck invites us to do, eating one of them, and then selling the other eleven for a few bucks each to people waiting in line to order from the truck.