Every now and then, one eats something that causes an absolute food revelation, last night at Native Tongues was one of those.
Let me back up.
MUSH WARNING! Each month the wife trade off on planning a date night. Since she is not a big Mexican fan, I was more than a little surprised when she brought me to the Native Tongues Taqueria on 12th Ave. SW.
The place immediately draws one in because A. It was busy. And B. The decor is amazesauce.
We made it for the end of happy hour, so promptly ordered margaritas. I do not like slushy drinks so was very pleased to see Native Tongues pours a lovely slush-free concoction with a healthy salt rim.
We also started with the guacamole and while it was fresh and beautiful, it was a tad on the salty side, especially when paired with the tortilla chips, which were delish.
Since it was Taco Tuesday, we ordered …. tacos. Native Tongues usually sells their six flavours – and a feature – for $3.50. But on Tuesdays, they knock off a dollar.
We went with the featured chicken taco, the suadero (beef brisket), pollo adobo (roast organic chicken), carnitas, chorizo con papas and frijoles (refried beans).
I started with the frijoles – which weren’t the brown mush of refried bean lore I’m used to but a lovely black bean mix. A tasty three biter. The chorizo I wasn’t as sold on but the flavour was a nice pow to the tastebuds, especially when dolloped with salsa verde. And then it happened. I bit into the suadero beef brisket and angels sang and unicorns dropped dead with happiness. It was hot. It was beefy and melt in your mouth, and I wanted to eat nothing else for the rest of my life. Siddall also tried a suadero, but her heart belongs to the carnitas.
If you order a taco, you’ll want at least four. Five or six if you’re a hungry bear.
With friends raving and raving and raving about the Native Tongues burger, I’m sure this lovely spot in the Beltline will see us again soon.
Guacamole, seven tacos and three margaritas: $54.08