El Rosario, BCN. Taco total: 12

Everything is new to me here. I mean, yeah, I’ve had a whole lot of tacos in my life, but all of my tacosperiences have come in the familiar environment of a restaurant in some American city or in the kitchen of my Chicago home(s). Tacos with friends (Big Star, Nuevo Leon, etc); tacos with family (Oak Park/suburban mom tacos); drunk, late-night tacos (everywhere).

This taco experience was not like that. We pulled in to El Rosario yesterday afternoon and grabbed a few snacks at the market on the edge of town before finding a suitable restaurant for the night. I mean, I guess it was a restaurant. Granted, I’ve only had a days’ worth of time to scope out this town, but it seems that every sit-down restaurant is also just the dining room/living room for the building’s occupants once the kitchen is closed to the public. And it’s kind of awesome.

Last night we slept in a park next to the police station. Conveniently adjacent to that police station is “Mi Casita Restaurant,” where the four of us convened to satiate 45 miles’ worth of bikehunger. A refrigerator in the corner. A local soccer match on TV. Cereal boxes on a shelf above the fridge. An Ed Hardy karaoke machine. What? Rad. Ok.

We weren’t presented with a menu; instead, the waitress/owner(?)/lady-who-lives-there came over and asked what we wanted. Hamburguesa? Tacos? Burritos? Filetes de pescado?

Types of tacos: I ordered three tacos. One fish, two carne asada. 

Rating: Honestly, the carne asada tacos kind of sucked. They just didn’t taste like much of anything. The fish taco was pretty tasty, though. Not as good as the Ensenada tacos, but I was still into it. I was way more interested in the fact that we were sitting in this family’s living room as they sat at the table next to us watching soccer on their own television. 

Cost: Too expensive. Three tacos and a tecate came out to 105 pesos, or roughly $9. Would’ve been alright with it if the tacos were better, but eh.