Chill den of urban debauchery with personal party vibe.
Get trashed in avant-bar artists' lofts while ridiculing some sensitive artiste's lifework just for shitz n' giggles.
Traditional goat stew goes great with a cold BYO-cerveza, not unlike all all Mexican food. Be a Chupacabra today!
Sunny mom n' pop near Ruben Salazar Park for mariscos y pescado (seafood).
Pizza, pizza, pizza, better than ever and cooked with love.
Darkened bohemian mood and sophisticated food from a former Lucques chef.
Why Go South of the border When You Can Go to East L.A.? Supreme flautas!
Befriend old-timer locals and discover that your all-time personal low...ain't really all that low.
And you will know this giant burrito by the trail of busted guts.
Low-key dive retreat for the young and slim who couldn't give a fuck about having a drink with Lindsay.
Cooks produce succulent cuts of steak in a San Miguel de Allende-esque canopied courtyard.
Don't bother your server with questions about who she stabbed and why, just dig on the vibrant selection of sandwiches, tacos, and big Mexican salads.
Not authentic, but prepare to love the hard shell tacos.
Seedy Mexican joint with choice cheap eats. Famous city-wide.
It's a dive and not really doing wonders for our health, but would we want this terrific Mexican food any other way?
Tortillas and carnitas are a neighborhood legend without having to throw their set up on the 110 walls.
Jalisco brought fresh to the graceful tables. Molés devoured by the isolated locals of East Nowhere.
Piñata decor, roaming mariachis, neighborhood familias and married dates sipping margaritas.
Westside version is Los Tigres del Norte to this one's Vicente Fernandez, and the latter holds our allegiance in both cases.
Decent margaritas, tropical irie-tude, and Thursday nights for Concurso de Piernas, where ladies get prizes and high-pitched catcalls for the quality of their displayed thighs!
Highland Park lounge fulfills Halloween obsession year-round.
True to life divey fun with a hyperactive selection of live music.
Humungous and perfect for rubbing against shiny-shirted/skirted Latin Americans celebrating payday or showing off that hip swivel.
Surf, skate, sun, snow wear for those more into the look than the gear.
You're not there for the décor but the batter-fried halibut, transporting you back to a sleepy fishing village on the Sea of Cortez.
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