Bionicos are my downfall.
I used to live down the street from My Taco, a taqueria that secretly served bionicos. You would never have known it while you were stuffing your face with carne asada though. It wasn’t even on the regular menu and only a faded photocopy taped to the wall under the specials hinted that the restaurant even offered the traditional Mexican fruit snack. It was a treat that I indulged in more than every once in a while.
The place kept it simple: strawberries, bananas, granola, apples, and coconut. Still, I took these simple ingredients for granted. It wasn’t until I found myself leaving Highland Park for a job in Redding, California that I realized how much I truly loved the dish. It just feels healthy enough but still is ridiculously indulgent.
Once, I walked six miles from one fruteria that is no longer there in El Sereno to Raspados Nayarit in Lincoln Heights, because the first place was out of granola. The lady who worked behind the counter only casually mentioned the other place, but walked I did.