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The Best Food Cart on Quesadilla Avenue

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When you get off the L or M train at Myrtle / Wycoff there are taquerias all over, so many in fact that the street has been coined “Quesadilla Avenue”. But the best, the very best in my opinion, is the food cart right outside of the train station. There is no question, they by far have the best prices, the best service, and the freshest meats and vegetables. There is not a time in the day or night, summer or winter, that you won’t see some eager customer waiting to taste the delicious queso and al pastor being delicately prepared in front of him.

This spot used to be cheaper literally three weeks ago, so it’s good I didn’t write about it before – but this food cart is still a bargain. $4 for massive quesadillas,  $2.50 tacos,  $6 cemitas, $5 tortas. Plus, they have a cooler filled with all your favorite Mexican sodas. I also love this place because the cooks barely speak English, and it gives me a chance to practice my Spanish. Oh, have I mentioned that they are open 24 hours a day?

So next time you’re drunk, stumbling towards or away from the Myrtle / Wycoff station and got the late night munchies, or if you’re simply in the mood for some bad-ass mexican food, stop by the best food cart on Quesadilla Avenue, and remember: you can always point if you aren’t carrying your Spanish – English dictionary on you.

Mexican Food Cart
Wycoff Ave.
Between Myrtle Ave. and Gates Ave. [Bushwick]

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Bobby Rich - Affordable Aficionado

Bobby Rich - Affordable Aficionado

Bobby dropped out of college at the age of 20, said goodbye to his papaw in the small town of Copper Hill, GA, and went to India, where he studied professional pauperism in ashrams and taught English to children. From New Delhi he flew to London, where emigration considered him a "vagabond with no roots to return to", and he was put on the first plane back to America. After finding himself in the freezing snows of Chicago, some guy at a bar offered him a job transporting a car to NYC, where he is currently stuck in Ridgewood, Queens. His travel website The Music Underground has helped many find the obscure in foreign lands.