The Best Tacos in the Southwest

I’ve made it to Seattle where the food is said to be amazing as amazing can be, but I would be doing the Southwest an injustice if I didn’t lament leaving behind the delicious tacos I’ve encountered there. From fried avocado tacos to pickled cactus tacos, here are a few of my favorite taco spots in the Southwest:

Taqueria in Phoenix


Roosevelt’s Row is a little known secret in Phoenix, at least to those who don’t live there. It’s the artist district of the city, where buildings are spray painted with vibrant murals and container galleries open their doors to the public on First Fridays each month. Along with great local art, this neighborhood has a few really great restaurants and bars (looking at you, Bliss ReBar).


For tacos in Roosevelt’s Row, look no further than Taqueria. The menu is full of sumptuous meat and vegetable pairings, grilled to perfection and melted together with fresh queso. I ordered the Nopales with grilled cactus and the Tinga with chipotle chicken and pickled onions. The grilled cactus was interesting, and not for me, but definitely worth a try.

Taqueria in Roosevelt's Row, Phoenix, Cactus taco, Chicken taco


Torchy’s Tacos in Austin

Torchy's Tacos Austin Texas Southwest Blog

I know I’ve already mentioned Torchy’s in my Austin Food Truck post, and if you follow the @cleavingleaveland Instagram handle, you’ve probably seen Torchy’s pop up a few times. Ummm that’s because it’s DELICIOUS and I make it a rule to visit every time I go. My favorite items are the Fried Avocado, the Dirty Sanchez, the Republican, and the Trailer Park. You can ask to make any taco trashy, which means adding in queso and some other tasty toppings.

Torchy's Tacos Austin Texas Southwest Foodie Blog

For breakfast tacos, I enjoy the Wrangler. But honestly, you need to try the entire menu and then keep going back for more. And don’t forget to ask for the secret menu!

Coreanos in Houston

Best Tacos of the Southwest

If you like tacos with a Korean flair (AKA throw some kimchi on it), then you HAVE to check out Coreanos. I encountered this food truck outside of the Day 4 Night music festival in Houston, and I think it was the only thing I ate all weekend. They make a mean burrito and some really tasty tacos, but their biggest hit is definitely the “Kimcheese fries”. I prefer the burritos to the tacos because they remind me of the kebabs I tasted in Europe—halal roasted meat with french fries thrown in, brought together by a zesty mix of spicy and cool creamy sauces.


This isn’t traditional Mexican food, or Korean food, by any means. But it is unforgettable, and your tastebuds will not be sorry.


Confronting My Own Misguided Beliefs about South Africa

Thanks to the Facebook feature that shows you photos and posts from this day in your past, I awoke to vivid photos of my 10-day South Africa trip that happened two years ago. Because this trip was a vacation, not a travel job assignment, I hadn’t thought to write about it. But looking back, I’d like to share a few thoughts.

Recognizing and Overcoming Stereotypes

My first few days in South Africa were eye-opening in a somewhat embarrassing way. I learned a lot about the country and its diversity of people, culture, and languages. But I also learned something about the American lens that shapes the way I view other countries. As I prepared for my trip, people warned me of how dangerous it would be. I was going with my best friend, who is a bit of a trouble maker when we’re together, and many of our friends feared that we would be kidnapped immediately. But while it was never explicitly said, I realized upon arrival that all of these warnings, and most likely other descriptions of African countries I’d encountered growing up in America, had painted an image of an uncivilized country in my mind.

Once I got to Johannesburg, I drove past a thriving downtown area and into suburbs where a single road could separate beautiful gated neighborhoods from massive slums. The wealth disparity and segregation of these communities was jarring, but it wasn’t barbaric. And it wasn’t necessarily unfamiliar. Many U.S. cities look this way to an extent. Cleveland has several neighborhoods where rundown apartment buildings clash with wealthy, tudor-style mansions. I needed to avoid dangerous situations in Johannesburg the same way that I would need to in any big city—by paying attention and using common sense. But somehow I’d been carrying the notion around in my mind that I would be facing some kind of “other,” as though people here wouldn’t be acting on the same moral code that makes us all human beings.

In fact, I learned that South Africans are very proud of the progress their country has made since instilling democracy, and many expressed to me that they wanted tourists to visit and leave with a good impression of their country and their people. This showed when I actually did become the victim of a crime in Cape Town. My boyfriend and I were using outdoor ATMs, when these men in suits come up and start entering numbers on our screen. I didn’t know what was happening, and I wasn’t sure if they were bank tellers or random strangers. They stole mine and my boyfriend’s debit cards, jumped into a car, and gunned it out of there. Immediately, people in the street started yelling after them and to each other, “They stole their cards! They stole their money! Stop them!” Our cab driver beckoned us back into his car, and he chased the criminals’ car as fast as he could, but eventually lost them.

That cab driver was so upset. He was so sad this had happened to us, and embarrassed as though he was somehow responsible for it. Despite the fear I felt for what had just happened, my heart swelled with compassion for him and for the people on the streets that had yelled for us.

The point I’m trying to make isn’t that Americans have ignorant stereotypes of other countries, especially African countries. That isn’t a surprise to most people. Rather, I want to emphasize that I didn’t even realize I had this false image of South Africa in my brain until I was there. I think this is why travel is so important. When we picture the people of South Africa, most of us don’t even question that we’re not imagining business men and women commuting to work, parents taking their kids to school, or people getting their grocery shopping done. We often think nothing of our brains jumping to racist, backwards ideas of tribal Africans or lions and elephants.

Jacaranda Trees Johannesburg South Africa Pretoria

When you picture downtown Johannesburg and you’ve never been there, do you imagine billboards, restaurants, and museums? You probably aren’t thinking about streets lined with bright flowering Jacaranda trees, thousands of brilliant purple pedals pooling at the edges of dark pavement. But that’s actually a pretty iconic image of Johannesburg, and when I encountered it, my thought wasn’t just, “Oh this is pretty.” My gut reaction was also, “Wow, this is surprising.” I’m not at all proud to admit any of this, but it’s important to acknowledge. And I’m humbled to say that, through my travels, I’ve at least garnered a better understanding of the world, and of the American lens through which we see it.

So with that out of the way, I want to follow this post with a few others about my favorite highlights of Johannesburg and Cape Town. Stay tuned.

Breaking the Silence

I can tell you that it’s been really difficult to write for a while. I can tell you that working in a corporate job has taken over my life, and it’s still never enough at the same time. I can tell you that I’ve missed you, that I wonder if you’ve been waiting for me. I can tell you I’m here because of you. You’d like that?

I’ve been thinking a lot about travel, and what it means to represent each place you write about in an intersectional way. How to be a visiting white woman to these spaces, but tell their stories not only through my lens. Tasting the food without standing on the chair for perfect Instagram lighting. Building a relationship for 3 hours and then falling asleep Skyping New York anyways.

I’ve also been thinking about the spots I haven’t written about enough that I only spent days in. Because in conversation, New Mexico comes up more than Long Beach. New Orleans comes up more than Seattle. And Scottsdale, Arizona never comes up, almost.

I’ve been writing about this weird pull I’ve felt towards the water that’s guided me across this country. Burlington on Lake Champlain, Seattle on Puget Sound, Long Beach on the Port, and now the Bay Area. The calm I feel with it beside me, even without the sound of it. I don’t even need to hear it, maybe I just need that 6 ‘o clock chill. Maybe just the occasional glimmer of sun jumping off its edges when I’m heading to the doctor’s office or something dumb like that.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. I hope this counts for something.