What if I told you that the best tamale I had all year didn’t come from a restaurant? What if I told you it didn’t come from a store? What if I told you it came from a large silver pot in the trunk of a sedan and you can get pork or chicken verde tamales that aren’t soggy and are steamed so perfectly they taste like they were cooked sous-vide?
Go to the Mexican bakery La Espiga De Oro on the corner of 19th and Placentia early on a weekend morning. Look for a line or a guy just chillin by his car. Ask for the tamales. He also has hot chocolate (possibly Champurrado) and that warm corn milk (Atole). Every once in a while he’s not there. Console yourself by going in the bakery. Feel better? Maybe next time.
It’s worth trying again.
Here’s the chicken version: