Let us all now toast Speedy Taco, whose name is accurate and whose chile verde burritos are the perfect size and composition for sneaking into an afternoon matinee. First introduced to me when it would park outside of Broadway Cinema, I followed it down the street to its current incarnation at the parking lot of Sport N'Cycle, where the diligent guys behind the counter humor my broken Spanish and taunt my inability to handle spiciness on a weekly basis. The truck's commercial kitchen is in my neighborhood, meaning that at the right time of the day, I can walk past and be engulfed in the smell of taco truck heaven. Heaven, I tell you. Salud, Speedy Taco!