By:Â Allana Mortell
When I first moved to New York, I began the dreaded apartment search. My roommate and I checked out a billion different places – some with tiny kitchens and mini-fridges and some with bedrooms better fitted for a dollhouse – you name it, we saw it. One of the biggest deal breakers for me was apartment proximity to food. The broker we were then dealing with kept telling us how up & coming Prospect Heights, Brooklyn was. As we walked around the neighborhood, we giggled in delight as we passed restaurant by restaurant by restaurant – many open late (another of my “deal breakers”).
I first saw Taqueria de los Muertos on a whim,Â walking by the restaurant on our way to look at another apartment. Though I knew nothing about the restaurant, the name stuck with me and I knew I had to go back. So, three weeks later, on a beautiful too-sunny-for-March-day, I ventured over to Prospect Heights, so excited and so hungry.
Living in New York is expensive, there’s no doubt about it; so many restaurants these days charge outrageous amounts of money for plates of food smaller than any tapas restaurant I know. I walk out of those “hip, new restaurants,” with holes in my pocket and my stomach still grumbling. So, I walked into Taqueria de los Muertos with a ten-dollar bill, Â hoping for the best. I eventually left so full of food and unbelievably satisfied that the employees and my friends could’ve rolled me on out down the street, seeing as after the meal, I could barely move. Read More