Throwing a Taco Tantrum
When I got invited to visit a resort in Loreto, Mexico. I was super pumped. I freaking love Mexico. The people are awesome, the landscapes are beautiful and the tacos, oh my god, the tacos!
On the plane ride down to Loreto, they served some weird hamburger with bags of pretzels. I don’t eat mammals, so I was served two bags of pretzels. As soon as I got off that plane, all I could think about were getting some authentic, street vendor tacos.
Where are the tacos?!
I have to admit that I did not do very thorough research on where our resort was located. It turns out it was about 45 minutes outside of town and completely isolated. No street vendors for miles! I was pretty distraught. While the resort did offer tacos on the menu, they were the kind of tacos I would get at a Mexican restaurant back home. They were tasty, but not authentic.
Yes, these were good, but not the Mexican-style taco I wanted. Also, what's with the bland guacamole instead of my beloved beans?
When we took a tour of the facilities, we were shown the employee dining area. They explained that they treat their employees well so they do not just get the hotel kitchen leftovers. The dining area had their own kitchen staff, separate menu, and a nice area for the employees to relax out of the guests’ view. That’s all wonderful, but all I could think was- how can I convince an employee to sneak me out some legitimate tacos?!
Can I get some freaking arroz up in here?
When I eat Mexican food I want four things: tacos, beans, rice, and margaritas. I’ve already given you my thoughts on the taco dilemma, and margaritas were (thankfully) widely available, but let’s talk about the beans and rice situation. I love beans. They are not decoration to enhance the aesthetics of my taco plate. They are a serious part of my meal. All the beans served were refried style, and usually just drizzled over about 4 tortilla chips as if they were a garnish. For a food loving girl like me, this was a problem.
You see that tiny little bowl at in the back? That's the largest portion of beans I had for the entire trip.
One day, when Ayngelina and I were sharing a meal, we decided to ask for more. I politely (and perhaps a bit desperately) asked our waiter if we could each have a portion of beans as well as a portion of rice. He looked pretty unsure. He said he could give us each beans, but he’d have to check on the rice. When he returned, he informed me that no rice was to be had. In Mexico! Where’s the arroz?!
The moment arrives and I’m too drunk to enjoy it
Our last full day in Mexico, Ayngelina and I went into the town of Loreto to go on a snorkeling/island tour. While we were pretty excited to visit Isla Coronado and check out some sea lions, we were also determined to get some authentic tacos while in town. After the tour, we went for margaritas with a local. We each had 3 of the strongest margaritas I’ve ever had. They were delicious and extremely potent, so we both left stumbling. As we giggled and weaved through the streets, we kept our eye on the prize: Tacos. And another margarita.
Once we chose a restaurant, we promptly ordered 2 more margaritas and some nachos to start out. We got ambitious, and ordered two giant plates of tacos, one fish and one shrimp. We chugged down our margaritas and picked at the nachos, but once our tacos arrived, we had lost our appetite. There they were, the authentic tacos I so desired, and I was too drunk to consume them.
We took our tacos to go and walked to the bus shuttle stop where we laid on the ground and kept talking to people we thought we knew but in fact did not know at all. The good news is, the leftovers made a nice hangover breakfast.
