I love Mexican food. I grew up in San Diego and lived in LA for 3 years. While in LA, I ventured out to some pretty sketchy areas in East LA and South Central to go to authentic taco shops. Some of them had security guards, like El Nayarita. But never in all those experiences did I feel as awkward as I did last night when I wandered into this place around 1:30 am.
It was a full-on Mexican fiesta, full of drunk laborers with buckets full of Coronas. I could definitely feel the stares, being as I was the only gringo in the restaurant. Then some guy cut in line and ordered up another bucket and looked at me and said “oh sorry.” Then he asks me if I speak Spanish. Awkward. The only other time I’ve had someone try to test my Spanish was in Rosarito, where local thugs will prey on tourists who don’t speak Spanish, try to get them off the main drag with the lure of a mota purchase, and then beat them up and take their money.
So yeah, super creepy.
Then the guy offered to pay for my burrito. WHAT? At this point I felt like I was living in an episode of the Twilight Zone and just needed to GTFO ASAP.
Despite the awkwardness, the al pastor super burrito I ordered was pretty damn good. They do the al pastor on a meat spit and shave it off, the way you get it at taco shops in Mexico. There was a good balance of meat/rice/beans, plenty of chopped onion, and a generous amount of cheese. The red salsa was flavorful and had a good amount of kick. After a long night out bar hopping in San Francisco, this is exactly what I needed.
I just think I’ll avoid returning at the 1-2 am hour.
Taqueria El Nayarita
660 E 3rd Ave
San Mateo, CA 94401

