The Tamale Lady

Easter evening was night three of our friend's, Jeff McClure, birthday extravaganza. He started up his night at the BYOBW (Bring Your Own Big Wheels Down Lombard Street) Event and continued it over at Rogue Brewery, where we met him. We eventually had dinner and made it to the Kilowatt, a bar on 16th and Valencia. Just before we were done with our last round, I learned of one the greatest marketing ploys of the food world: The Tamale Lady. She comes pushing hot, cheap, fatty goodness to the inebriated. Its really marketing brilliance when you thinking of it. She was a plump, Latin woman that strolled into the bar with a hurried appearance and sequentially asked each group of patrons if they would like a tamale. I was stunned at how ferocious drunk people can be when offered these south of the border snacks. She had chicken, beef, and cheese tamales with or without hot sauce from a couple of ice chests on her roll-around cart. Our friends raved about The Tamale Lady's amazing timing and delicious treats. I had a taste of the cheese tamale without hot sauce and agreed with all the moans of gastronomical delight. So next time you're hankering for late night munchies while boozing away, keep a lookout for the Tamale Lady. She just might be the answer to your growling stomach.

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Culinary Word of the Day: Tamale
A corn dough with or without a few flavorings and/or fillings wrapped up in a cute little package of corn husks or banana leaves (and occasionally other leaves as well) and steamed. Source Fabulous Foods