Springing forth from the barron wastelands of California’s Mojave Desert are track homes, and strip malls. A disgusting combination of homogeny, and who the fuck wants to live out here fills the mind. There is a big ass outlet mall, I suppose that attracts all kinds.
Amid this crap-fest of desolation, lies a beacon of hope, a glimmer of salvation. Taco Chon has a massive brazen sign reading ‘Restaurant’ that is both tacky, and endearing. Taco Chon will be winning no beauty awards, but who gives a damn about that. The inside is simple with a lunch counter, and old ratty tables and chairs.
I got the Carne Asada, and it was massive, and delicious. There was nothing to regret, and everything to love. Coupled with a Negra Modelo all things were grand. The steak was delicious, and it came with a side of beans and rice with guacamole and sour cream. Oh god, how I love my guacamole and sour cream. Pile that crap high on some flour tortillas, and I’ve got something special. The beans were refried, but much more fresh than you see at normal restaurants. They were kept whole, as opposed to being ground up into mushy nothingness.
Someone more adventurous ordered the Moiarra Frita which is basically a whole fried fish. It looked good, but I didn’t know her very well so I figured picking at her plate would be uncivil.
All in all a good place that one should keep in mind if traveling from Los Angles to Las Vegas. There isn’t much in the way of good eats in-between which makes this place even better.
Big Rig parking at Taco Chon #1 Stoddard Wells Rd. Victorville, CA.
