Today is March 19th and, despite the fact that we're ONE day away from "spring," the weather in NYC is anything but.  And, look, if it were just snowing and not sleeting/raining, I wouldn't be in such a foul mood.  But toting this heavy umbrella around town in my fugly rain boots - and parka - and ear muffs - and gloves - is wreaking havoc on my mood.  And my waistline.  Because all I want to do is stay indoors and hibernate with comfort food and highly caloric beverages.  Sorry, El Bloombito.

Speaking of comfort food, I cannot stop thinking about these incredible 'crispy fish' tacos that I had a few weekends ago at Tacombi.  And just how desperately I wish that the restaurant delivered to my office!  Especially on a cold and wet day like today.  Argh.

The picture, above, does not do my beloved 'crispy fish' tacos any justice.  Trust me on that.  Served atop a fresh, 3"x3" corn tortilla are two hunks of batter-fried white fish that are drizzled with homemade spicy mayo.  The taco is finished with a small mound of crunchy, pickled red cabbage.  This is, hands down, NYC's best fish taco.  Period.  End of story.

During our visit to Tacombi, Robin and I sampled an assortment of other taco varieties, as well - everything from pork belly with chicharrones to corn/poblano/huitlacohe.  But it was the 'crispy fish' that, truly, tugged at our heart strings.

Another item that I thoroughly enjoyed was the ceviche, which was accompanied by house-made tostados.  Served atop a bed of smashed avocado were citrus and heat-flecked chunks of incredibly fresh fish (I believe it was red snapper that day).  Dynamite!

And to wash it all down?  Sangria, of course.  *Tacombi does not have a liquor license.  Just wine and beer for now. 

I can hardly wait for the warm days to come when I can just bike over to Tacombi for a lunch pickup.  Did I mention that I plan to start biking to work?  In the meantime, I'll just have to get my Tacombi fix on nights or weekends. 

But at least the restaurant's actual space is super fun.  And funky.  And enormous.  Plus, I can get out of there with a full belly and a tipsy stagger without breaking the bank.

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Until we eat again,

Lindsay, The Lunch Belle