Don’t know how the eGulleteers enjoyed or didn’t their visit to the jostling madness of Maxwell Street, hardly saw them though I heard there were quite a few, but had a very pleasant time with LTHers Cathy2 and Mhays & family, shopping for Pokemon cards.
New to me: an African woman working spells with incense. Hammond said he’d only seen her once before.
Fishing poles were also new to me:
The stand with the fruit drinks was giving out samples of mamey, a sort of cross between a squash and a canteloupe. I’ve seen it listed as a flavor at ice cream stands, but never seen the fruit.
Not a meatball taco, it’s chicharron (pork skin/fat) on a taco. I passed on that, the better to concentrate on the steak, pastor, red mole and flor de calabaza at Manolo’s. For once I went there not having stuffed myself before reaching it, and was really able to enjoy all those things on superbly fresh tortillas.
Homemade noisemakers for every taste:
I thought this was the creepiest thing I saw (nothing says candy like wrinkly corpse-like flesh):
But the idea of owning a dozen R. Kelly bobbleheads probably beat it.
Tags: maxwell street, mexican