They have good tacos, and they offer an impressive array of flavors. You'll get your tacos and you'll enjoy them but you may die of old age first.
They have stands of colorful fruit, and any can be made into Agua Fresca or a coctel.
I got Mango, he got pineapple, and it's awesome. All fresh, all ripe, all the good stuff infused into water. It's the juice of the hippies, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. This water has almost no sugar to speak of, but it has a satisfyingly thick, filling texture and a hint of foamy fruit.
The first tacos are ready, a savory two-way Cochinita, one that's red pibil and one with black relleno that finishes bold and little bit bitter.
They have tacos with every kind of meat, and I'm impressed by the selection. It's like the Jelly Belly of tacos, Taco Bell-y minus the diarrhea. They make every kind of meat you can think of but considering the speed at which they make them, they may be hunting the game to order.
The Turkey and the Deer meat tacos are the most surprising. I find turkey bland, and theirs was pretty tough. The venison is in gamey shreds, but it's still more tender than the turkey, and the flavor is pretty good though I'm not sure it tastes the way a taco should.
Our tour guide is beyond exasperated at the wait, but I rather enjoy the suspense as the tacos come to the table two by two, pairs of animals marching up to Noah's ark...except the ark is a table and the animals are dead...
Dreary analogy aside, I rather enjoyed Las Palmitas. The service is slow, but I had nowhere else to be. The tacos came out slowly, which would have been torture for a larger tour group, but all it did was allow us to eat them while they were still warm. It's a leisurely lunch after an action-packed day, and I would gladly go back there to lounge over tacos and agua-fruit.
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