“¿Tacos, Güero?”

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Here’s drawings of some of the vendors at Foro Sol, the home of Diablos Rojos del México, my local team.

The guy at the top sells esquites and cueritos. While I don’t want to underestimate your knowledge of the cuisine of Mexico, I will write a brief sentence or two about everything. So, esquites: corn niblets served in a cup with salsa, chili, mayo, and lime. Cueritos are horrible. Wet pork rinds, essentially.

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This guy sells several types of nuts, which will be served to you, the customer, on a small plate with an entirely superfluous tiny plastic spoon. Served with Valentina salsa and lime.

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Beer. They sell Corona and Bud Light. 40 pesos. That’s about three U.S. dollars.

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Nieves, kinda like ice with flavouring.

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This fella sells obleas and other sweet things. Obleas are wafers with seeds stuck to the edge. It’s like eating slightly-sweet cardboard.

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Ice lollies. (I just googled it, and apparently you call them “popsicles” in the States.)

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Sabritas potato chips (that’s Lays to you), and Doritos (that’s Doritos to you).

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Popcorn.

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Tacos de cochinita. If you leave your seat, you can go and get them fresh. If you can’t be bothered to move, these dudes come around with a plastic tub full of semi-fresh tacos. There are three on a plate, and they come with a brilliant salsa which is kinda like a fiery guacamole.

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Souvenir guy. Sells thin cushions to make the Foro Sol seats a wee bit more comfy. License plate holders, little fabric things that you can tie around your wrists, stickers, beads, and, of course, the mightiest of all souvenirs: the foam finger.

Re. the title of this post: vendors always call me “güero.” Whether I know them or not. This happens not just at the ballpark, but whenever anybody wants to try and sell me something, they call me “güero.” I am British and, thus, it has taken me a while to get used to such forwardness.




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8 Responses to ““¿Tacos, Güero?””

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  1. Robert Hombre says:

    I laughed audibly at the Muse hat. What a Glorious series of Art(s) this is.

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  2. Longar Longar says:

    Indeed called “popsicles” in the US despite that being a trademark – the popularity of the Popsicle brand led to this genericized trademark

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  3. cass says:

    Ice lollies? LMAO.

    Oddly, I knew the Spanish word for them thanks to a song on one of my reggaeton cds. Which I’m certain was not in any way used in a metaphorical manner. The song’s definitely about popsicles… er, ice lollies. Yep.

    (Pop music is so much better when you don’t understand the words.)

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  4. Adrock says:

    Whatever happened to Melvin Like Ice With Flavouring?

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  5. Umpire Weekend says:

    Maybe it’s the cerveza, but the girl in the 7th picture looks like a good sabrita to me.

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  6. Jamie says:

    Something about the popcorn guy makes me wary of his popcorn.

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  7. Jose says:

    Esquites with MAYO? Why? Thats… usually cream…

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  8. Greg says:

    I believe “güero” translates as “whitey.”

    Have enjoyed your site for years.

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