I slept in. I had a leisurely breakfast and a large cup of bodega coffee, then hopped the train to the Rockaways.
By the time we got to the beach, it was late afternoon. We’d missed the sun’s hottest hours; the crowds were starting to thin out, and the air was breezy and warm. Perfect reading weather. Even though a seagull may or may not’ve pooped on my head, it was everything you’d want in an afternoon.
And, as an added bonus, I had my long, shamefully overdue introduction to Rockaway Taco. In order to make the most of the experience, I tried three of the four options — tofu, chorizo, the near-legendary fish — and, as if that weren’t gluttonous enough, I got the elote, too. (Absolutely no regrets there. It was so good I forgot to take a picture.)
First things first: The fish taco is justifiably renowned. Lightly battered and seriously fried, steaming hot and topped with crunchy radishes and cabbage slaw, a healthy dose of crema, and a squeeze or two of lime, this was my favorite of the three. Somewhat surprisingly, the runner-up turned out to be a toss-up. The tofu was marinated, grilled, and not at all dry, while crumbled chorizo joined with diced potatoes in a gloriously gloppy mess—the tastes and textures were polar opposites, but equally great.
Our reward for an afternoon of fun? A beautiful sunset over Broad Channel, glimpsed on the train ride home. Summer days in New York don’t get much better than this.
95-19 Rockaway Beach Blvd.
Queens, New York