Saved, on Fifth

My friend agrees to meet us for dinner in Sunset Park at Tacos Matamoros. She hops on her bike and heads down from Prospect Heights. We are coming up from Chinatown when I hear my phone ringing. Somehow I know it's her telling me the restaurant isn't open. I hadn't checked, but why wouldn't it be open?

We get there and I see her waiting for us on the sidewalk. She points at the store front, gates down, Taco Matamoros painted on it. 4503 5th Ave. Damn. Wait a second, there's another Tacos Matamoros across the street at 4508.

Sweet redemption.

They moved across the street on May 5. I never saw the old space, but the new one is suprisingly deep. I enjoy the food even in clothes soaked with ice water the little one has spilled all over me. They are busy though and we hoped to get to Sunset Park by sundown. That park is well named. So we take the fresas con crema with us and wind up splattering it on each other. There goes the neighborhood.