My Mexican Tostada Fetish

I left Isla Mujeres with the sickest, wildest, blinding, most insane, totally out-of-control addiction to tostadas.  Simple little old tostadas.  Every single place I stopped at on the way back toward the border was selected/judged immediately for their tostada performance.   Fried fresh?  Beans or no?  Crema avail?

Of course none topped my fave place on Isla, but I am telling you there is nothing finer in the entire world that a crispy, hot, fresh-fried tortilla topped with a smear of beans, a sprinkle of rice, crunchy lettuce, a bit of tomato and a hit of queso crumbles and cold crema.  I mean nothing.

In a week of pitstops along the way to LA, I never once had less than FOUR tostadas in one meal.  For real.  Please, notice the tin roof of this little economy food shack I spotted along the side of the road one night just outside of Puebla.  Orange soda, blaring TV, slightly chunky waitress/owner (dude, she's just enjoying the good food)...add them to the below list of What Makes a Good Mexican Food Pitstop.  Just 50 cents per, mind you.

And, for the record...I have tried so very, very hard to find the same goods in LA---NOTHING.  I mean, just soggy messes of Americanized Mexican tostadas.  Shame.

Comments

[John Hardin]

Absolutely!

[Misty]

You are a champ! I promise I will make it up before I leave LA...and can Miss M do a whole FEAST?

[John Hardin]

Umm,umm,umm! I love tostadas too! Magdalena makes the best with tinga and also potatos with chorizo. Have to agree with you on the food in L.A. I'm not sure what happens but the food and the people seem to change for the worse once the border is crossed. Must be something in the air or water. I'm heading to Houston next week but Magdalena and the kids will be here. You can come hit her up for some awesome food anytime. Juan