How about a place called Pablos Tacos and Burritos?
Mexican Food
Pablo’s
I love Mexican food. Whether it’s the authenticity of Mexico itself, street foods in the Southwest, or even Tex-Mex. I love the tastes, the spice, the colors, the simplicity, and the preparation. And I love the people. Over the years, I have found some special places and people.
Many years ago, I had a friend named Pedro. He was from a small community outside Oaxaca, called San Felipe del Agua. Each day, he would bring containers of food to the street. And he would set up outside a small stone church. They would let him set up and plug in a hotplate. He would make burritos and tacos with all the flavors of his home country. Each day, he was my lunch provider!
And when I traveled, I looked for the street foods of Mexico. (Most recently, it was Elote, Mexican street corn.)
This week, I had my youngest grandson, Marcell, here for a few days. I had to take him back to his mom’s in North Andover. After dealing with the parking lot on 495, we arrived. Marcell was going to be with his dad, and I was spending the night with my daughter.
We talked about what to eat and decided on Mexican. She told me about a Mexican restaurant in North Andover called Pablos Tacos and Burritos. A little research told me about the food truck beginnings. (We parked next to it.) I checked out the menu and it looked amazing!
Pablos Mexican Restaurant
Looking streetward from Pablo’s
As we drove there, it was a bit like a drive into the past. A small main street. My daughter, Amy, told me that it was a former Dunkin’ Donuts building but had some outside seating. We parked out back (Next to their food truck). As we walked from the back, there was a small Chinese restaurant as well. We walked out front and entered. Clean and neat, well-done menus and menu boards. I ended up with a couple of enchiladas, and my daughter got three tacos. Add in a couple of great-tasting margaritas.
We headed out front to find a table overlooking the street. I love eating outside, sitting on the sidewalk, on a warm summer night. They brought out our drinks and our dinner. Let me say that my first bite was heaven. My enchiladas were awesome, and the sauce was heavenly. The rice was super good, as was the pico de gallo. I had to control my speed of eating; it was so good. My daughter told me that her tacos were inhalable, meaning they were that good!
We sat there and caught up on life. Her recent trip to London and Paris last month. Her son is getting ready to start middle school. We discussed her work, plans for a trip to Greece (“Want to go, Dad?”), and more. Life. I looked at the stores across the street, the barber shop, and thought I could do this every night.
We finished our food, and both of us just wanted to stay outside. A discussion about dessert and whether we would have that second margarita. Both won out, and the waitress bought out a couple of more links and a large piece of Tres leches cake. (It swam in the milk.) As we drank our drinks, we enjoyed the sinking sun. You could hear the conversations of the workers talking in their native tongue.
Culture Makes The Difference
The food, the pleasant atmosphere, and the politeness of the people who worked there were totally awesome. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat!
And when we got home? I ate that cake! Oh my gosh. Think along the lines of a Mexican Tiramisu! The cake was a little coarser, and the dessert was a little sweeter, but as a person who doesn’t do a lot of desserts, well, I ate the whole thing! (I did give Amy a couple of very small bites!) Amazing!
So, if you are anywhere in that area, I would recommend it!
Here is their website and Facebook page!
