We were walking to the password-only-cash-only after hours club in downtown LA when my Greek tutor starts talking about what we want to eat after.
"Well the only places open are a Korean Tofu House and Lucy's Mexican..."
I thought for a second in my wine and Moscow Mule flurried state of mind, wait, but isn't this Los Angeles a thriving metropolis of 10 million people how could those be our only options? But I quickly subdued my objection with the thought of oily lava flows of slightly harden melted cheese on crisp tortilla chips readily embracing whatever toppings caught in the cheese tar pits. Rarr!
"I want nachos! Can we go to Mexican?" I chime in immediately. No one else is listening except for my Greek tutor and he's the one making the decisions tonight.
"They have good carne asada nachos there." Perfect, the only time I can really handle loads of red meat and actually enjoy it is when its a) disguised in a mess of things b) I'm slightly intoxicated and hungry and c) when it's 4:30 am.
Fast forward to exiting the club. We're all dripping in sweat except for me (fast extra forward to the next morning when laundering, I check the tag of my $5 clearance Urban Outfitter top to discover it's 100% polyester). Greek tutor asks again, hoping for a more coherent and desperate audience:
"Guys, we have two options, do you want a place we can sit down in or drive through?"
"Is the drive through Mesican?" I shoot back immediately, not wanting to sound too bossy. "Let's go there and eat at your place. Please."
A few turns and screeches later we end up at Lucy's and I see a tall cement wall adorned in biblical graffiti with a jungle fever couple making out in front. Hallelujah it's the Gardena of Eden! I mumble some other reminder about how I want nachos and grab my camera trying to seize the moment. My Greek tutor performs a soliloquy ordering for 8 minutes straight..."dos carne asada nachos (DOS?), chile relleno, papusa mixta, enchilada, tacos, papas fritos...." We get bags of styrofoam containers for about $30.
If the walls are the Garden of Eden, the menu is the Dead Sea Scroll. Yup, just one scroll.
We got back home and rip open our goodies. At first glimpse I felt let down by the nachos. Where was the guacamole? Jalapenos? Sour Cream? It was just melted white cheese and thin strips of steak. Yawn. But I had my mind set on the nachos so i dug right in. A hah moment! An epidermal of refried beans under neath the thick coating of melted cheese. I liked them more. And even better with the styrofoam coffee cup filled with verde salsa / semi guacamole sauce.
At this point in the morning my emphatic meat sensors were turned off and I now longer cared that I don't care for meat. For a brief second I questioned the "Mixta" portion of the papusa. But. what. is. really in there? I hadn't had a papusa in months and here was my slump breaker ready to give me a hug. With the help of a little cabbage slaw, I hid the temptation to look inside the realms of the dough patty.
And the classic Gringo style dish, refried beans, cheap mexican red sauce, and loads of thinly shredded melty cheese. A complete blissful mess and somewhere underneath all that gunk is a fluffly chile relleno.
Satisfactory end results, including instant comatose and sugar plum nacho papusa dreams of sweaty polyester disco dancing.
Lucy's Drive Thru
1568 W Pico Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90015