...saw this and was reminded to drop a note about a long weekend in Los Cabos a few months back. It wasn't a particularly noteworthy eating trip, but people go there plenty and I will do my part to contribute to board knowledge.
Having been to other places in Mexico and fearing that Cabo would be overrun by Sammy Hagar loving morons, I can now say some nice things about Cabo-- nice weather, nice waves, nice places to stay, nice hardworking Mexican folks from around the country there working hard for the ever-dwindling tourist buck.
But I found the town of Cabo San Lucas on a slow weekend to be one of the saddest places I've visited in Mexico or anywhere else. And I just got back from the Youngstown, Ohio metro. If you've only been to Cabo or Cancun, please do yourself a favor and visit a less sealed-off, gringo-centric place in the country. I walked mostly empty streets along the malecon at 8 pm on a Saturday with my small kids - with Mexican kids barely older than mine shilling for others selling cheap Viagra, Xanax, all-u-can-drink, phony Cuban cigars, weed, and the crap strip clubs that occupy the neon floors of the malls above the tourist trap restaurants. Pure shit, really. Later in the night hundreds of sloppy Sammy Hagar fans actually did emerge from his bar, where Mr. Wabo himself had held a pop-up concert. The "artsy" town of San Jose had seemingly no there there - its streets even emptier than those in CSL and virtually nothing open. I've been to Mexican seaside towns during slow times, indeed, just after 9/11, but to walk along a main waterfront drag on a weekend night in Mexico with no one around was truly strange. Getting away from these little towns, the sprawl is familiar - Best Buy, Costco, Wal-Mart, gated communities (including our place for the weekend), and concept restaurants plopped into the center of asphalt.
Through some digging, we ate pretty well nonetheless. Not including the fantastic stuff made for breakfast by the talented Oaxacan housekeeper (fairly common in Mexican resorts for housekeepers to show up and make breakfast, and almost always great), here's what we had. I ignored the fancy and/or non-Mexican, trying my best to find local flavor in a place that really didn't much exist pre-tourism. NB: I am not dissing Baja, an incredible place that is huge and varied, nor its produce, its people, nor its natural beauty, which is remarkable. And great, consistent surf with a local scene that's tolerant of gringo kooks, like me. I just hated everything about the town of Cabo San Lucas. (And this from a native Floridian who can find something to like in the Wisconsin Dells, Vegas, Atlantic City (but not Times Square).)
Vagabundos del Mar (Trailer Park Restaurant)
Forget everything I said above. This one place encapsulated everything good one might conjure about the Baja gringo ex-pat experience. It is an outdoor bar hard by the pool and management office at the center of an RV park and low-rent marina run by some of the sweetest folks you'd ever meet. The place is possible because it is not in town - it's a mile or two out, across from the Target or the Wal Mart or something. Vagabundos seems to be a slice of Cabo circa 1975 frozen in time - when intrepid surfers, retirees and other visionaries from the north
drove to the tip of the Cape. Nothing revelatory, but everything from the kitchen was good to great, including my catch of the day (often Mahi as it was that day) with a sauce similar to the chile oil served on Sarandeado style fish. No idea what beer actually costs there - the owners kept sending free rounds. The crowd is a mix of American and Mexican locals, many of which showed up on Sunday decked out in gear from their respective hometown or adopted NFL teams to watch the games on the big screens set up outside (it rains maybe once a year, so not a problem). The place is almost too good to be real, especially in Cabo.
http://vagabundosrestaurant.com/about_us.htmWe also hit up the semi-famous taco place, Guacamayas over in San Jose. Very much off the beaten path, Guacamayas did a nice job with pastor and a new-to-me taco cut: grilled bone-in porkchops. The Maxwell Street deja vu of a bone-in pork chop sandwich was doubled down when our excellent server turned out to be a kid from Little Village who spends some months down there waiting when not in school. He agreed with us that there are better tacos, including pastor, to be had in Chicago. Looking at the online reviews, folks go nuts over the "unique" pastor, which highlights both the superiority of that taco filling and its rarity in the states. Nice spot to visit when in or near San Jose, but I would not make a special trip for it. No seafood at all, either, which is a big minus when you have limited meals to eat in Cabo.
The last place of any note was Mariscos Tres Islas, a palapa topped spot on a side street in CSL that looks like a typical Nayarit seafood joint and has that menu. Very hit or miss, with the recommended shrimp dishes all being well overcooked and drenched in cheap "butter" (unfortunately "authentic" among Pacific Mexican seafood), but the snapper sarendeado was one of the tastier versions I've enjoyed. Most of the other patrons were local and Mexican, with a few other tourists. If you enjoy Islas Marias, El Barco or Veneno, Tres Islas is just that.
These 3 places are among the most casual and inexpensive that you are likely to find in what is a very, very pricy place owing to its remote position (might as well be an island in the middle of the Pacific) and tourist-only economy.
JJB