Indulge us. A small Mexican joint that just opened in Noble Square has inspired us to poetry. Haiku seemed
appropriate for such a compact place. So, without further ado...
I.
A taco garden
blooms on Ashland Avenue
called Authentaco.
II.
There in the window,
the ladies flip tortillas.
They wear pink T-shirts.
III.
Your Picante pal,
Felipe Caro, owns it.
¡Hola, amigo!
IV.
Minuscule inside,
the patio beckons you
with air-brushed murals.
V.
Here, have some tacos.
Better yet, quesadillas
with huitlacoche.
VI.
Ew, that’s corn fungus.
Sometimes it is called “corn smut.”
Nasty? No, tasty.
VII.
Eat chicharrones.
Drink spicy agua fresca
when you get thirsty.
VIII.
One day, they want to
receive a liquor license.
So be nice to Rahm.
IX.
And keep this in mind:
it is strictly cash only.
ATM inside.
I.
A taco garden
blooms on Ashland Avenue
called Authentaco.
II.
There in the window,
the ladies flip tortillas.
They wear pink T-shirts.
III.
Your Picante pal,
Felipe Caro, owns it.
¡Hola, amigo!
IV.
Minuscule inside,
the patio beckons you
with air-brushed murals.
V.
Here, have some tacos.
Better yet, quesadillas
with huitlacoche.
VI.
Ew, that’s corn fungus.
Sometimes it is called “corn smut.”
Nasty? No, tasty.
VII.
Eat chicharrones.
Drink spicy agua fresca
when you get thirsty.
VIII.
One day, they want to
receive a liquor license.
So be nice to Rahm.
IX.
And keep this in mind:
it is strictly cash only.
ATM inside.