I went to Huichos for some al pastor tacos on the recommendation of a couple of my travel buddies, who'd stumbled on the stand earlier in our trip and said it was better than the more renowned Tacos El Ivan. It was busy, and the tacos were amazing, so I assumed it'd have some kind of web footprint. I guess Sayulita is just sleepy enough that a place can be extremely popular and still have no internet presence--unless I got the name wrong, or this was all a delicious dream.
I don't have an exact address for this taco truck, but I can tell you it was directly across the street from Sayulita Cafe, where we were waiting for a table for ten to open up on a Saturday night. It was already late, and we were hungry, and then Huichos was right there, ready to provide tacos and quesadillas to keep the belly growls at bay.
If it was a mirage, it was a vivid one. It was raining, so June K. and I went huddled under her little umbrella, to buy tacos for ourselves and a few others waiting at the restaurant. The set-up was small and inviting, a well-attended stand with a beautiful vertical rotisserie (this is called a trompo, per Wikipedia) heavy with pork. When we got there, we were close to first in line, but over the next fifteen minutes or so, a crowd gathered around the truck, despite the weather and the hour (around 10:00--though I guess maybe this is prime taco time). Service was on the slow, disorganized side, but we weren't forgotten, and the food was worth the wait.
We ordered a large quantity of al pastor tacos and quesadillas. There was apparently some carne asada, too, and maybe other meats, but I had my eye on the prize. The pork was amazing--it got carved right off the trompo, with slivers of roasted pineapple from the top, and I'm probably remembering this wrong, but I'm sure I watched it all fall as if guided by magic onto waiting rounds of tortilla. It was tender and phenomenally flavorful, full of smoke and savor, perfectly matched by the flowing juice of the pineapple. We took advantage of the full salsa bar, onions and cilantros and all, to dress up tacos and quesadillas. The quesadillas, incidentally, weren't giant folded tortillas full of melted cheese--they were more or less the same size as the tacos, but with cheese, kind of like cheeseburgers to the tacos' hamburgers. Both were fantastic. I got two or three tacos and a quesadilla, and could've eaten so many more. I inhaled them all and considered going back for seconds, only dinner plans got in the way.
These were the best tacos I had on this trip, and some of the best I've had anywhere. It's been over a month since I ate them, and I'm straight up salivating as I write this review. If you're in Sayulita, do yourself a favor and find the taco truck across from Sayulita Cafe. I ate very well in Mexico, but Huichos was my favorite spot. read more