no booty, just tacos

Let’s talk, for a minute, about the Kogi truck.

beef short rib taco, Kogi style

Korean short rib bbq tacos with kim chee. On tortillas. With a special sauce, which I think might be made entirely of smack.

See, there’s this fleet of trucks and they drive all over and Tweet their locations. Hipster scum all clamoring for a fix of Kogi will wait for HOURS in line. So will I, but I’m not a filthy hipster, I just queue behind them for tacos. For hours. Because there are hipsters IN MY WAY, standing between me and the tacos and it is in public and I cannot pretend we are in a prison shower and shank some refugee from Urban Outfitters, as much as that might get me to the head of the queue, and therefore tacos, faster.

And now Kogi has brought their truck and made a regular stop not half a mile from Casa Fabulous. It is worse than a crack house on my block. I can walk past a crack house, all nonchalant and “no thanks.” I do not have a problem with any chemical substance, natural or man-made. Ok, except maybe Cinnamon Dolce lattes from Starbucks, that might be a small problem. But otherwise, I am zen and groovy, y’all, with the addiction free existence. I can start making my coffee at home at any time. I can. I just choose not to.

But tonight I realized… I might have a Kogi problem. I caught myself going through empty purses and backpacks for loose change, turning out pockets, searching through the sofa cushions, pulling my hair and asking the children if they had any money. “Lend me a dollar baby, mama needs a fix.”

None of us had any money but I remembered that the ex Mr. Honey and Ollie usually has cash, so I texted him and told him to come over.

I totally booty called my ex for taco money. Except, there was no booty. Just tacos.

Tofu taco, Kogi style

They didn’t even make it to the car.

So next week when you see me standing on the corner looking a little strung out, compulsively checking my Twitter feed for the Kogi update, you’ll know why.

hi, my name is Rainy, and I will do anything for a Kogi taco.


About Maia Rainwood

Owner and Maker at Maia Rainwood Design. Wearable art for wise women, birth keepers, witches, and world-builders.
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4 Responses to no booty, just tacos

  1. Foxipher says:

    That sounds SO tasty.

  2. Mouse says:

    I understand this completely.. I’m a bit obsessive about foods that I like and am very sorry that I have to find a new place to get Jamaican patties (I like the chicken curry ones). Maybe you should start a Paypal donation button on the side of your blog and we can donate spare change to your Kogi addiction…

  3. Marilyn says:

    Just from the pictures I can see why you are addicted. They look amazingly wonderful. Now I am hungry. My mouth is watering.

  4. CambriaW says:

    Hilarious. πŸ˜‰
    During my pregnancy with 2nd born, it was maple frosted, glazed coffee rolls from Dunkin Donuts. No wonder I gained 72lbs.

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