The last time I looked at a taco with my hungry eyes on was in the searing heat of Mexico City about three years ago. Two weeks later, what I thought was an unconditional love of these tasty tortilla snacks, soon fizzled away like any other holiday romance. After one too many visits to the street-side taco stands, I needed a break… you can eat too much of a good thing but also, could anything else, anywhere else, ever compare? Despite eating more tacos than I’ll ever need in a lifetime, I have very fond memories of those tacos al pastor!
To keep hold of those memories, I’ve just avoided tacos ever since that trip. I thought I was blissfully happy in my taco-free existence until a couple of cocktails and my ravenous appetite conspired against me, then before I knew it, I was salivating at the sight of all the taco options at Barrio Central.
I always assumed it was the case, but now I am absolutely convinced that Wellingtonians are completely unphased by the city’s infamous wind. It was wet and blowing a gale of over 100kmph and still, many other great minds like us braved it and headed to The Crab Shack on the waterfront. We thought the wild weather would give us our best chance of getting a table without a wait of over an hour… and we were right, but only just. The place was pumping, we got one of the last tables, and after that we saw the waiting list get longer and longer. Simon, forget about Euro- you’ve got a goldmine here.
Last weekend, mum and I popped down to Dunedin to visit my sister and get our first taste of Otago student life. The long drive from the airport through all that greenery reminded me we were no longer in the big smoke, and the hodge podge of dingy looking cottages reminded me we were definitely in studentville. I’m sure there are lots of lovely, probably palatial homes in Dunedin but that was not the hot spot I was hanging out in. My sister’s flat with all its windows and doors in place is probably one of the better in the neighbourhood, but I was pretty glad I booked a hotel room…