Ferron Salniker Carnitas tacos at El Autlense
The vibe at Tacos El Autlense is not unlike other taco truck scenes. It's sunset on a rare Bay Area evening when it's warm enough for a woman wearing flip-flops and a tank top to sit comfortably on her car hood, with tacos on white paper plates scattered around her. A toddler and her grandmother are singing the Frozen song for the third time, and a guy trying to recover from happy hour suddenly realizes as he orders that he needs to borrow a dollar. There's the metallic clinking sound of the spatula hitting the griddle and the smell of freshly chopped onion floating out from the truck windows. The only unusual thing is that El Autlense sits in the driveway of Albany's oldest bar, the Hotsy Totsy Club.