OPEN starter 001: 🌮
where: near the beach
when: utp
Regardless of class level, no Elmerton native could help their addiction to the street food, fresh from local vendors along the beach, bringing various cuisines– a taste of the world to the vibrant town. “It’s been years since I’ve been here,” in this particular part of Elmerton, to be exact. Quite used to standing out, Scarlett didn’t bother blending in– in her designer outfit, impeccable from head to toe, wearing bright colors– but stranger sights had been seen around Elmerton.
“And I can’t seem to find Holy Guacamole– taco heaven (tire repair also)? The owner is a mean old man who yelled at me one too many times, but I’m willing to let it slip for a taco al pastor,” she mused out loud, not ready to give up on her search just yet (Scar had never been the one to deny herself something she craved).
“What’s your usual go-to?” Scar settled her expecting gaze paired with the brightest of smiles on a randomly picked person before adding for a dramatic effect. “Make it something good, por favor!”
The slight furrow in his brow would be the only giveaway to his mild confusion. The facial features of the woman before him felt familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where from, so Hakeem dismissed the thoughts. Instead, he met her bright smile with one of his own. “Alright, alright,” he playfully held his hands up in defense. “Wow, no pressure, huh?” he added in jest. It took Hakeem a short moment to come up with a taco option he would usually go for at Holy Guacamole.
“I can’t resist a good migas taco. It’s a problem,” he shared. “I know people see it as more of a breakfast option, but I can eat it any time of the day.” It’s just that good. Even now Hakeem’s thinking about the homemade corn tortilla enveloping the texture-packed filling of soft-cooked eggs, veggies and crispy corn tortilla chips, plus shredded Jack cheese, and avocado to top it off.
“I think you’ve just made me decide on what I’m getting for lunch now.” Truth be told Hakeem had not narrowed down any of the street food options prior to this delightful interruption. “All roads lead to Holy Guacamole,” the author announced. He was a fan the vendors simply because their homemade tortillas are always pressed and cooked fresh to order. “Their truck is usually parked a little further this way,” he gestured with his chin in the general direction. “Not that I frequent there or anything.” He does. “Can we just declare this part of town a judgement free zone?”