Seeking Food - By Ketojinic

We alway drive by and see the lines, sigh, and say another time. This time though, the crowd's gone because it's a little later. Tonight's the night! We finally swing over to park (almost getting into an accident from an oncoming truck without his headlights on), and head over to the truck. Did I say head over? I meant skip over! Once there, a hipster looking dude makes a line behind us. We tell him to go first since we're El Chato virgins. He tells us to get the al pastor tacos. It's the best he's ever had. He then orders a quesadilla. Uh, okay. So we get 2 al pastor tacos, 1 chorizo taco, and 1 quesadilla with the mixed meats, and 1 horchata to go. The total comes to $8. Really? I just paid $9 for a shitty salad at baja fresh for lunch!  Once home, the devouring begins. Why is it SO good? Is it the price? Is it the spice? Is it the fatty goodness? Is it the convenience? I don't know but I think it's one of the more legit Mexi...

Went here on a weekday lunch with our infant and stroller. The outdoor seating was perfect for us as it was almost deserted in the back and we were able to make as much noise as we wanted. The food was fresh and healthy (well, healthy if you chose grilled fish like my husband and not like me...I chose the traditional fish taco prep of battered and fried shrimp and scallop tacos). Overall it was a great deal, healthier than the neighborhood taco joint, and super family-friendly and baby-friendly. This will definitely make our weekly rotation. The salsa and agua fresca was great, too.

No one ever told me how distractingly beautiful the drive would be. I've asked around and people told me to take the "scenic" toll road or the Tecate HWY to get to Valle de Guadalupe, Baja California. Little did we know that once past the sketchy border rife with hitchhikers, the road would spread out before us and take us up and down these beautiful Big Sur-like cliffs. The weather was perfect - one of those top down, driving along the coast kind of days. Too bad we were in a hard-top Honda Fit. The drive was sort of like driving down Pacific Coast Highway, but BETTER. The roads cut across mountains like a knife through a piece of amazing Mexican cheese. After some girl talk and catching up, we were on the 3 HWY and started seeing these tiny pods along the cliff. We knew we arrived at the Endemico Eco Lodge ! We drove up the sandy pavement, were let in by the friendly guard, and parked along the dirt path on the level of the lobby. This was ...