Omaha Mexican
(This post is quite long—I included a much briefer summary toward the end.)
When I lived in Omaha, I didn’t spend a lot of time on the south side, South O, as it’s locally known. I knew some Italians that lived down there. I had a vague knowledge of its historic standing as a heterogeneous ethnic enclave. I knew the old stockyards were located that direction, about 8 miles east of where I grew up in the southwest annexed suburb of Millard.
I’ve known over the years that South O was becoming the Hispanic cultural center of Omaha, but I was quite pleasantly surprised at the vibrant Mexican cultural display on 24th Street south of L.
A younger sister has a wedding upcoming, and she’s interested in a taco bar-type reception dinner. She’s in Texas, and I’m only too happy to help with the research. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a better opportunity to drag my mom and another sister along a two-day 8-stop taco crawl, exploring a load of ethnic joints previously unknown to me. This kind of event, of course, is the ideal use of my spare time as far as I’m concerned.
Our first stop was the Mexican restaurant at the
GI Forum. I’m not quite sure of the set-up here. Presumably, the GI Forum was empty most of the week, and a family needed restaurant space so they partnered up. In any event, it’s brightly lit and spacious, a very eclectic mix of South Omaha families, Mexican families, gringo families, multigenerational Mexican-gringo families—all enjoying cheap food and cheap beer.
A poster on Chowhound, joypirate, put this place on my radar several years ago, and this was my first chance to try it. I don’t think I’ve been missing much, but it was oddly enjoyable.
We got a mixed nacho plate (yes, there are some odd choices throughout this report). Two kinds of homemade chips (flour and corn) topped with un(or barely)seasoned, finely ground beef, some processed nacho cheese, and sliced pickled jalapenos. Certainly not “authentic” by any stretch. The menu didn’t have any choices that suggested traditional Mex, and this nacho plate supported that observation. It looked kind of gross too, but tasted pretty good, and very reasonably priced beer ($2.25 for a Pacifico) and nightly drink specials left me thinking I could easily spend a night here if I had time to kill. Super friendly, eclectic neighborhood crowd…food wasn’t what I had in mind, but I dug it.
Leaving here, I spotted a large band playing in a window with a sign outside reading
Los Gallos. I have positive
gallos associations, probably from a couple different Chicago establishments. I made my mom stop the car so I could jump out and check it out. As we pulled up in front of the window, the tuba player smiled at me knowingly, winked, and motioned me inside with his index finger.
It was a full band, a high school band maybe, probably 30 strong, lots of brass, and they weren’t holding back in the modest, rather barren space. Through some halting conversation and a blaring musical background, I gathered they weren’t actually open yet, coming soon, but I saw a plate in the back that looked pretty darn good and the menu I saw written out on a piece of notebook paper revealed cesos, cabeza, lengua and a host of other things I don’t really eat but take as the sign of a potentially good restaurant. I thanked them and moved on, back to 24th Street proper. (Looking up the web address, and seeing as how I found a
pic online and an Entertainment.com coupon, I guess it’s been there a little while, just must not have been open when I stopped.)
The next stop was
Don Gaby’s, “Los Pioneros de la Gordita.”* A review in the
Omaha World-Herald claims that the original Don Gaby’s introduced the gordita in Chicago in 1974. I await Rene G’s opinion. We couldn’t resist, of course, and ordered the
gordita de chile rojo[/url] advertised on hand-written signs on the wall above each booth. We also got a couple tacos, noting the tortillas [i]hecho a mano[i], one [i]carne asada and one
al pastor.
The gordita was rather unlike what I expected from my experiences at, say Taqueria El Gallo in Albany Park, where you get a pupusa-like gordita with thick masa surrounding a filling. This gordita was more like a middle Eastern pita sandwich, a thick tortilla sliced open at one end, hollow in the middle, and stuffed with the goods, actually, just the meat. It was hot, fresh, and really quite good. I was surprised at how well the gordita held the filling, given the relative thinness of each side.
The homemade tortillas for the tacos were excellent, if fairly unique, maybe even the same tortilla as used for the gordita. On a taco, it seemed quite thick, chewy in a good way, and of very wide diameter, maybe 8 inches. (They also offer a small size, not made in-house). The steak was good, but perhaps a tad too gristly. The table salsas were decent, fairly standard chile-based salsas, though the chips were not—boring store-bought rounds.
Afterwards, feeling a bit full, we stopped next door at
Restaurant San Luis. This place is very large, a big buffet table (not active when we were there at 8:30 on a Saturday night), and a lively adjoining bar where the sister who was with me could have likely found her own husband had she been so inclined.
A gentleman behind us was taking some food photos for their menu, and the
parrillada was stunning, a rich medley of split grilled Cornish game hens, grilled steak, pork, octopus, crab legs, lightly battered shrimp, and who knows what else. I think it was about $16/person, and we weren’t even hungry, but I was still tempted to order.
Despite the impressive display, we didn’t order anything off the menu here, but I hope to return. For wedding food, chips and salsa quality are a good indicator of mass appeal, and I didn’t care for this place on either count. The second place I’d seen flour tortilla chips, which is perhaps native to El Norte, but I liked these worse than those at the GI Forum, and the salsas were nothing to be too excited about. I paced myself with a Bohemia.
The final stop of the night was
Hector’s, on our way back home, out of the Mexican strip. A bored or stupid server breezily told us they (maybe she meant “she”?) didn’t cater, but a manager indicated otherwise. They brought us out samples of many different meats (shredded beef, ground beef, chicken, carnitas), a few salsas, guacamole. I had moved from beer to tequila at this point. Nothing was very good here. The pork bore no resemblance to carnitas. The shredded beef was passable. The ground beef had pretty muted flavor. The chicken was white meat, which pleased my mom, but it wasn’t very good either. The guacamole tasted off.
Oh, and this place claims to serve “Baja-style” cuisine, so maybe we weren’t testing their sweet spot, but I’m not necessarily eager to find out. The flour tortillas, I should say, were actually quite good, fresh and a bit flaky, almost like pastry.
On Sunday, we headed back down to 24th Street. We’d heard somewhere that
El Alamo was worth a shot, and I’d picked up a menu the night before and the place seemed the right mix between a real Mexican “care about our food” place with enough Tex-Mex-type accommodations to satisfy a wedding crowd. I mean, how can you not love a menu that offers “a culturalized chesseburger, topped in green chilled and served on a sesame seed bun.”
This place is promising, though not an unqualified winner. The chips were fresh, made in house, and excellent in the thinnish Tex-Mex style. The red salsa was a great mix of tomato-y Tex-Mex scarfability with a pleasing accent of chile heat. The green salsa was surprisingly strong on oregano and green onion, not necessarily to my taste but a sure sign they were doing their own thing.
The
carne asada was good, not as fresh as I would have liked, but with good flavor and good char. The
al pastor was a little weird, kind of mushy, big chunks, clearly not cut from a spit or griddled all caramely like I like. Rice and beans were okay, but they, like other offerings in hindsight, suffered from a little undersalting and underseasoning. Oh, and the tacos were served with a single tortilla, not homemade and a little disappointing overall. Having written this, I’m not sure why I thought this place was promising. I guess the chips and salsa were good. Oh, and I didn’t try the culturalized cheeseburger, but I’d like to. I still think I could get a good meal here.
There were a couple other places down there I noted but we didn’t sample, and numerous others that I barely even noted. Las Tortigas Tortas looks like a nice torta shop, a white board menu, only tortas. And La Cabaña d’Franko has a weird name and a menu of “huaraches 100% estilo D.F.” There are a lot of huaraches to be found on 24th Street, actually.
Our last stop, though, was
Guaca Maya, a huge freestanding building a bit west of 24th, nestled in among some remaining meatpacking plants in the old stockyards. An article posted in the entryway gave an interesting account of the $2 million dollar investment in the space, a move from a humble 24th Street storefront restaurant started in the mid-1990s.
You could tell there was a lot of money put into the place. It’s huge and nicely appointed, pretty tile, nice woods, lots of Mexican decorations and color, the waitstaff all dressed in costume. By all appearances, a place very high on style in the style vs. substance equation.
Luckily, there was some substance. Chips were okay, though made from flour tortillas, which I continue to find odd. The red salsa was of the tomatoey type, and too tomatoey for my taste, a little like cocktail sauce also.
The real winner, though, not just here but of the whole trip, was the carnitas taco. The tortillas are made fresh here—there’s a woman working the masa in a prominent place in the restaurant. The carnitas were really terrific. Not quite as rustic as a dedicated carnitas place, like Uruapan. And you can’t pick the bits of pig you want. But it wasn’t the bland pork cubes that often are passed off as carnitas other places. These were rich, fatty pork chunks, fatty in a meltingly tender way rather than chewy or rubbery, and complemented by crispy pork ends. The taco came out hot, juicy, fatty, fresh, tender and full of pork flavor. This was the single best item of the two day tasting trip.
The carne asada taco was good too, though it would have benefited from a bit more grill flavor. Rice and beans were unmemorable. Beans were straight up pintos, not refried. I asked if they had other beans and, though communication wasn’t entirely clear, I eventually ended up with a small bowl of charros that were quite unlike other charros I’ve had.
It was basically the same pinto beans with a variety of uncertain pork products—there looked like 1 inch square slices of some kind of pressed ham product; little crunchy bits of chicharron, maybe some carrots. All together, it was pretty much just weird to me. It tasted okay, I guess, but really weird.
Summary
There’s a lot of potential here, but no home run. Not sure we accomplished much on the wedding food front.
Winning food stuffs included the carnitas at Guaca Maya, the gorditas and tortillas at Don Gaby’s, chips and salsa at El Alamo.
The GI Forum was cheap, entertaining, seemed like fun and the nachos were somehow more satisfying than they had any right to be by appearances.
Guaca Maya was easily the most fancified, least mom-and-pop space, and had a huge menu (with actually quite a number of different offerings).
Restaurant San Luis has a beautiful
parrillada that I didn’t taste.
(A surprising number of mixed grill-type offerings across these restaurants, and a number of seafood specialties we didn’t get to also, provide fodder for future visits.
Hector’s is unlikely to see me ever again.
*Just for kicks, I ran this phrase through an
online translator and enjoyed its rendition: "The Pioneers of the Chubby one."
American GI Forum Restaurant
2002 N St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 733-9740
Los Gallos
4630 S 20th St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 933-5834
Don Gaby's Restaurant
“Los Pioneros de la Gordita”
4806 S 24th St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 731-0936
Don Gaby’s menu
Paleteria & Restaurant San Luis
4804 S 24th St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 933-9940
Hector’s
3007 S 83rd Plz
Omaha, NE 68124
(402) 391-2923
(2nd location at 201 S 157th St, Omaha, NE - (402) 884-2272)
El Alamo
4917 S 24th St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 731-8969
Guaca Maya
5002 S 33rd St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 733-3440
http://www.guaca-maya.com/
La Cabaña d’Franko
4835 S 24th St
Omaha, NE 68107
(402) 614-9977
Las Tortigas Tortas
(Can’t find it online, but next door to the place above.)