I couldn’t wait. I’d heard about El Rey del Taco a long time. Loreto, Baja Sur, is a small town, one saturated with American snowbirds in winter. Finding legit food there that wasn’t Americanized for the gringo turistas was tricky. But locals loved El Rey.
This was to be my Loreto redemption. The previous night I’d wandered over to The Oasis, where a Me…