Dear friends. Our prayers were answered. We officially had a divine taco intervention.
Since we moved to Vermont, we have been on the hunt for authentic Mexican food. We have put feelers out. We have been misguided into dining at “New England” hispanic restaurants (no bueno). I, the more introverted one, have jumped into perfect strangers conversations when I heard the words carnitas and tamales. And finally, this past weekend one of the ‘tweens Harrison attends culinary school with (kidding.) finally led us in the direction of Mad Taco in Waitsfield Vermont.
So, we loaded up in the Suburu (a.k.a. the daddy wagon), cash in hand and journeyed thirty minutes down the gorgeously green back roads of central Vermont to a lovely covered bridge kind of town to get our spice, cilantro, and bold flavor on.
We showed up approx. 30 minutes before they closed (because if you know the Littells, you know we like to close a place down… whether I like it or not). The staff was accommodating, welcoming and I think got a good kick out of our excitement reading the menu.
Side note… a few doors down sits a cremee stand. Happy. Ending.
North Carolinians, we will cover cremees in a later post. Get excited, or better yet come visit and we will buy you one and throw in a mad taco.
Until we eat again,