01 Sep 2025
Met our guide Joana in the market square she spotted us right away with a huge smile and the first question out of her mouth was, “Any food aversions? Goat? Organs?” (Not your average icebreaker!) She promised us 7 stops, 6 tacos, 1 popsicle and off we went.
Pitillal isn’t a tourist zone. It’s where the locals who work at the resorts actually live, and you can feel it. No glossy shops, no wristbands just real food, real people.
We hit a roadside seafood cart, a tiny spice shop crammed with raw herbs, and then our first tacos with tortillas pressed fresh right in front of us. Joana said if tortillas aren’t made on the spot, locals won’t even bother eating there. Lesson learned.
From there it was tacos, octopus, more tacos, more tortillas. By stop #4 I was waddling. Between stop 4 and 5, we had a sample of still cooking chicharoon, so good! Stop #5 brought a strawberry dessert tamale with a thick milk-based drink strange but so good. We finished with homemade paletas Kari grabbed a water base, I went creamy leche.
It wasn’t just the food though. It was Joana. She loves what she does and it shows. Pitillal welcomed us in, fed us right, and gave us a taste of the Mexico we didn’t know we needed.