A "combi" is a Volkswagen Type 2 bus: made in Puebla and ubiquitous in Mexico until the mid-90s. I rode the back of a combi to pre-school every day; now you can watch your tacos made inside one.
Excellent taco place decorated with kitschy "lucha libre" memorabilia. Ask to have some of the spicy tamarind candies on display.
Worth the trip to Queens. Get the tamales while you're there, and bring back some tortillas so you can remember this place long after you've left.
Fooled by the name, many people wrongly believe this is a Cuban restaurant. Astute readers of the menu know that only Mexicans call a sandwich a "torta". Get the signature torta cubana and a cocktail.
Tucked away at the end of the tiny alley of Extra Place, this cute little taco place won't last long with the amount of foot traffic it gets. Get a steak or shrimp quesadilla; skip the sour cream.
Excellent, greasy, late-night food. Get a quesadilla de huitlacoche. It sounds and looks dirty, but I promise its delicious. Scarf it down before you ask Google what the hell you just ate.
For a great Sunday brunch, hop on the 6th and get off at 103rd St. Get the tacos de barbacoa and an agua fresca de melón. If you have company, split a guacamole (comes w/avocado seed and fresh chips!)
A "palapa" is an open-air, thatched-roof structure; they're useful common spaces on hot, sunny days. Get the jicama with lime and chile, a popular and refreshing treat for just such days.
