I was not hopeful about finding good eats on my way home from Champaign, but we stayed off the main highways anyway. Taking the more local Highway 45 instead of interstate 57, we meandered through a half dozen or more virtually identical Main Street, USA's - where the name on soybean elevator was about the only distinguishing characteristic from one to the other. Each town had it's own version of the closed-on-Sunday greasy spoon without much promise, and that was about it in the dining out compartment. Onarga was an exception.
Apparently, this is where all of the migrant workers from Mexico congregate to find food like home.

The husband and wife team running the kitchen spoke barely a word of English, and the very limited menu consisted only of items they knew they could do well. No gyro plates or cheeseburgers in this taqueria.

Cazadores is a tiny, clean place with 3 small tables and a box fan doing its best but struggling to keep out the summer heat. Not much to look at, except for some interesting signs on the wall. If you need to know where in Onarga to get some goat, employment during harvest time, or an attorney to help you deal with immigration issues, you can find your answer on this wall.

Don't let the lack of decor keep you away, though. The restaurant's backyard is a surprising oasis of calm, where you can sit on comfortable picnic tables in shade provided by fruiting peach trees.

peach tree in Cazadores' back yard:

How was the food, you ask? Well, apologies for failing to take a photo. But my torta de pastor was really delicious. Crispy bits of marinated pork on a soft, freshly buttered and grilled roll. A real treat was the salsa served on the side: a smoky mix of hand-ground anchos and chipotles with a good hit of lime and cilantro. Truly delicious. I didn't eat any tacos, but did try a fresh, homemade tortilla right off the griddle. It was terrific.
Cazadores Tacos
Onarga, IL
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