For lunch and dinner each day we ventured out and tried to find authentic Mexican food. Not the kind made for Americans, but the kind made for the Mexican workers. We ate in little hole in the wall places, but man, they had the BEST food. We always drank bottled soda. I think only one place even had soda on tap. The bottles were glass and were obviously recycled.
The first night we were there we had pork tacos with cabbage and radishes as the garnish. No lettuce and cheese at that restaurant. In fact, only one place served cheese on the tacos, and I don't think we saw lettuce the entire time we were there...Oh, one time we did at a slightly more Americanized place, it was the place that had a stump in the floor and then a stump in the ceiling, they must have had a tree growing through the restaurant at one time and then decided to remove it.
At almost every single place we got to see our food being cooked. The kitchens were open into the restaurant. It was pretty neat.
They always served fresh limes. Man, they were good! Who knew tacos with lime squeezed on it would be so yummy.
One of our last nights there we were all ready for some good old fashioned American Food. Tacos are good, salsa is even better, but our bellies just weren't cut out for that much spicy food in such a short amount of time.
We were walking through Playa after walking on the beach and came upon a 1950s style restaurant that advertised a good old fashioned hamburgers and malts. We couldn't resist. Jason ordered a ham and cheese sandwhich, I got a vanilla malt, Jessica Loff got a BLT and we shared a plate of fries and onion rings. Man that food hit the spot. These pictures are of us in the restaurant and then after our second walk along the beach that night.

































