we're addicted. i'm not going to lie.. a few months ago, my husband and i received a la mexicana gift certificate, or as i like to call it, an enchilada-flavored bait on a hook that we just followed right up onto the shore, no actual hooking required.
look. i'm just going to get right to the point. listen to the other people - it's good. here's what to order:
homemade chips. salsa. and then some more of both. and then, order two orders more on your way out the door. feel a flush of shame as the kitchen staff re-purposes an enormous sour cream container for your many, many ounces of home-bound salsa. get over the shame when you cover every meal in this apparently crack-laced salsa for the next two weeks. it's time to go back to la mexicana when you finally finish off the salsa.
tacos, obviously - my husband is obsessed with the goat. anything with the guajillo sauce is a go. chicken is a little dry.
flag enchiladas - i prefer the ratio here to the ratio in the giant flag burrito, where the awesome meat flavors are too muted vs. the rice and beans
nachos - i never order nachos in a mexican restaurant, except here. because the chips are ridiculous. who serves homemade tortilla chips around here? hardly anybody. they are light, crispy, salty, hot. add your meat of choice and it's an incredible meal.
margarita - not as good as mazunte, to me, but really good, nonetheless. embarrass your family and friends and order the large. consider whether you could smuggle it out and raise a goldfish inside.
guac - if you like it chunky and fresh and filled with onions and tomatoes, well, good on you. paydirt.
give it a pass: gordita, flautas are on the plain side. not bad, but it's an opportunity cost. you could be enjoying so many other amazing things. if you aren't sure, get a variety of tacos and plan to drown in salsa. i already talked about my extensive theory on the flag burrito, but suspect i'm in the minority there.
so there you go. get thee to there. it is so good. and hey, the people are nice, too! check out the store and don't worry if you don't speak espanol. the bemused counter guy is happy to translate. :) word to the wise: when you're in there, however tempting and exciting it may seem, don't buy that styrofoam cup of red chile stuff you dump a beer into. yuck. i guess it sounds as bad as it was when i type out the description, but the package looked really appealing!