(above: el jarocho)
First off, there is nothing bad about these nachos, but at the same time, there is nothing great about them either. At least not for me. This probably has something to due with the fact that I had just eaten a plate of nachos at Garibaldi an hour before meeting the machos here. I’m selfish I know. I cheated El Jarocho. If only I had avoided the back-to-back nachos and shown up with a fresh, clean palette then maybe my attention to detail would have been more precise. So forgive me. I can say that these nachos reminded me of the nachos we had at La Lupe. The presentation, the texture, and the authenticity are spot on. And they don’t skimp you out of the steak portions either. If you want it, you got it. Definitely a strong nacho plate. They even hook yo stank breath up with complementary Chiclets after the meal. Just don’t forget to bring the Coronas amigos. It’s allowed and welcomed.
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And then there was the whole passing around Daddy Jahn’s knife to open or Coronas. That’s right! Macho rolls into cholo territory with our own weapons!