In the Tellerías subdivision there is a van, which when they open their doors, becomes a fast food stall, which has been the livelihood of this family for 8 years
Mazatlán, Sinaloa- Don Carlos and Raquel are a couple from Torreón who came to Mazatlán for health reasons, however, just as Don Carlos has healed, he has also anesthetized the hunger of the stomachs of many people in the port.
Since before the sun bathes the port of Mazatlán with light, the people who carry out procedures in the Administrative Unit usually leave with their stomachs empty, however, the solution to this discomfort is right around the corner.
Between Gabriel Luna and Río Baluarte streets, right at the vertex of these two streets of the Tellerías subdivision there is a van, which when they open their doors, becomes a fast food stall, which has been the livelihood of this family for some time. Eight years.
“We came from Torreón, I lasted there for almost 30 years, we lived there and had a stall and sold within the city’s forest,” Don Carlos began to relate.
However, due to two heart attacks that surprised the family, the doctor who treated Don Carlos recommended that he move to a lower area, such as the beach, so they chose to move to Mazatlán, where they continued with the sale of groceries. in order to survive.
“So we came because I had heart problems, I had two heart attacks and the doctor told me to go somewhere at sea level so that I could live longer,” he explained.
The peculiar business, which draws the attention of all who pass by, consists of a combi with a kitchen inside, in addition to carrying everything necessary for a mobile restaurant, which they moved from Torreón.
“And then we started to know, and they helped us and we started with a tricycle, then she (his wife) on a trip that went to Torreón, got it (the combi), she made the deal and I went for her and we brought it and here we are selling. “
Of the delicacies that Doña Raquel cooks, the homemade tacos are famous, however, they also sell fast food such as hotdogs or hamburgers and even tortas; everything that the Mazatlan palate tastes in the mornings when they carry out paperwork.