One of the things that is fascinating in Chicago is to run across a street name in an area and find its presumed personality completely transformed. Clark Street is one of the arteries of yuppie Lincoln Park, practically the epicenter of gringo Mexican, offering food that spans the vast cultural gamut from Einstein Bros. Bagels to Jamba Juice. (Okay, I'm being mean, there are a few interesting spots, like
this and
this.) But take it a few miles out of yuppieville, and suddenly you find a section, north of Devon and south of Howard, home not only to Mexican restaurants (including some old faves like Dona Lolis) but:
Yes, it's a street vendor, in the city of no street vendors. That such things are tolerated in Latino neighborhoods is not a secret to most here, the great maroon van thread on Chowhound a year or two back being only the most serious effort at exploring and documenting them. They all offer pretty much the same thing: green and red pork and chicken tamales, sometimes a sweet tamale, and champurrado and arrroz con leche to drink. Prices seem to run from 75 cents to $1, making trial painless, so today I decided to pick up a representative sample and see what was good. First stop was the fellow (momentarily out of view) in the bank lot above; second was Tamales Garibaldi, in a parking lot opposite a park:
And third was a wooden cart located, most interestingly, on a corner of a famous fast food chain's parking lot, indeed right under the billions served sign:
Here's my assortment:
First two on the left were from the bank lot guy ($1 each). The first was a curiously wedge-shaped red pork tamale. Discernable chunks of pork, good masa flavor, not too hot (in fact none of these would turn out to be as hot as the ones I got at
the bakery on Montrose a couple of weeks ago). Not bad for a first try. Next to it, also from the bank lot guy, was what was supposed to be a "sweet" cheese tamale. Sweet, however, includes a stripe of aggressive green salsa, however, and I found this tasted more like pimento cheese spread than, say, a cheese Danish. The cheese alone would have been Velveeta-like, but with the salsa it became more than the sum of its parts.
Next up was a red tamale from Tamales Garibaldi (possibly related to a restaurant, there have been Garibaldi Mexican restaurants around town, maybe still are). 75 cents, and good thing as it was the smallest. I had hopes from its almost fluorescent orange color but it turned out to be the greasiest and mealiest of the bunch. Not terrible but nothing to recommend, either.
Last was a red and green pork tamale pair from the wooden cart at the burger place. At 75 cents they were the best deal for volume, fluffy with lots of masa but not a lot of meat, maybe it's not surprising that this was the choice of a guy in front of me buying a couple of dozen to fill up the crew on a job site. The red I found bland, the green quite a bit better, I would have it again. However, the winner this cold morning was the bank guy, these had the best combination of homemade flavor and structural integrity, the extra quarter, if you can afford it, being money well spent.
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Mike G on March 21st, 2005, 9:47 am, edited 1 time in total.