15.12.2014 - 15.12.2014
Onward our vacation continues, sans stomach bug. The relief we feel is wonderful, but I can't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. Or my small intestine. It's hard not to worry about being sick when you've already spent time on vacation sick. Today was another salute to that concern with one big middle finger as I refused to give in and avoid enjoying the rest of my vacation.
It was the second day in a row of eating street tacos. How much more blatant disregard can be given to concern over illness while in Mexico than eating at a street taco vendor? I can only think of one other, and that would be eating ceviche sold out of a bucket by a ten year old for .$25 from a landlocked city in Nicaragua, and since we've already done that...street tacos will have to suffice. Not even just the tacos either. The toppings. The raw vegetables, slaw, carrots, onions....table salsas. All of it. Why? Because it's delicious, that's why. Because I'm in Mexico, that's why. Because I don't think I could possibly get much sicker than I did while in Peru a few years back and I survived that, so why the hell not?
We'd heard a rumor from the locals about the best place to get fish tacos in Cabo and we opted to investigate this bold claim. Food in Cabo is very hit or miss, and more often miss. Which is a shame, because we're right on the water and fresh fish comes into local restaurants daily. I've had some absolutely delicious sea bass while here, and some absolutely atrocious chunk of something that was rather gray. I've had tasty and tender grouper that flaked in perfection, and I've had what I think might be talapia, so overcooked it was mistaken for chicken. Needless to say, I was skeptical of these rumors. Though in good spirit I thought I'd give it the old college try, and together Zac, Desmond, and I found the concrete shack we were looking for.
I must say, any place that has huge, painted advertisements for fish, shrimp, and tacos on its concrete walls to draw attention from far off places is a winner in my book. For brevity's sake I won't draw it out, but here's what you need to know: the fish tacos were indeed delicious, the cut of fish was cooked perfectly, and the barbacoa taco I had was also quite good. Were they the best I've ever had? No. Were they the best I've had in Cabo? Yes. Is that saying much? No. Here's what made it wonderful, though:
That's right. These condiments all go with your tacos, so load 'em up, pile it all on, and enjoy yourself.
Our second taco stop was this afternoon when we wandered a short distance away to another highly recommended establishment. The open seating, hot stove, handmade tortillas, and spit roasting pork was exactly what I'd been looking for. Authentic street tacos. Flies and all. No kidding, you really got a lot of them. Now, when comparing establishments I will say that the first won me over. It was large, open, and had a pleasant breeze. It was easier to find, cleaner, and the staff had everything as advertised on the menu.The second establishment had charm though. A dirty bathroom tucked in the corner of a small open dining area, sticky table tops, no English anywhere, and most importantly, this:
For comparison's sake, the second taco joint had incredible tacos al pastor. I've never had any so good in my life. I'm certainly no expert in the way of tacos, but this pork was somehow crispy and tender at the same time and had such amazing flavor that it was worth the possible parasite.
Tomorrow we investigate further. So many taco stands, so little time. I'd go for every meal, but Zac insists we eat other things while here as well. This evening we'll be returning to the marina for a stroll after Desmond's nap and I imagine we'll get something there. The marina itself is certainly touristy, and the vendors and solicitors reflect that. However it's lovely, the evenings here are perfectly temperate, and Desmond loves all the lights that are up for the holidays.