You might think a nice hot chocolate or warm little muffin might be the best thing on the snowiest day, but you are wrong. Tacos, my friends, tacos. Stand around in the cold by a shady van in a funky falling-down town tacos. Really freaking amazing tacos. Tacos Cecy in Lewiston, of all places. I cannot resist a taco van, I really cannot. Three inches of snow or skin-melting sun, I will wait outside that window for a styrofoam plate of meat and tortillas. You know that show, “The Best Thing I Ever Ate” ? Anne’s answer: THIS. I am pretty serious. Those tacos were so good. One carnitas and one “walla walla.” The carnitas was somehow all the crispy good bits of the pulled purk. Chewy, bacony bits of meat topped with chopped cabbage, cilantro, and onions. The walla walla a nod to the nearby home of the famous sweet onion; spicy steak pieces with softy cooked onions and a smooth slice of avocado. A little line of hot sauce and a squeezed lime wedge on both, and sweet taco angels sang. 

Two tacos, three bucks.

Sweet bliss.

Snowland.

Cecy herself.


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