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Tacos Club CastroOMR: 6.83
2312 Market
cross street: 16th St./Noe
ph. 415/796-2818
Map Visits: 1
What used to be La Fajita Grill (and before that, Cactus Fresh) is now the unfortunately named Tacos Club. What makes it a club? Well, there's a big TV that plays music videos, so perhaps that lends the place such cachet; or maybe it's the $1.90 guacamole (a very VIP touch). It's a tiny place with only three indoor tables, while the ambitious menu offers plenty of mole and fish options alongside many of the usual suspects. Request a foil wrap or risk having your burrito arrive in stylish wax paper. Outdoor dining available, as is wine, sangria, and bottled beer. Credit cards accepted. (New photo forthcoming.)

Will My Health Be Violated?

05/28/13Al Pastor Chicken$10.756.83 Mustaches
Swish: temperature (9); burstage abatement (9); size (8)
Shrug: tortilla (7); meat (7); beans (7); rice (6); cheese (6); sauciness (6); spiciness (6)
Clang: vegetables (5); ingredient mix (5)
Intangibility bonus: 1 (of 2)

If we're going to shell out nearly $11 for a burrito, our chintzy panel expects nothing less than Andalé-like quality. Sadly, our first visit to Tacos Club resulted in a rice-heavy slab that was dry, poorly portioned, and awkwardly mixed, and none of that is OK with us. Guacamole seepage reared up before we took our first bite, but what instantly struck us was the preponderance of rice and the lack of chicken — a real pity, since we enjoyed what we had of the nicely sauced poultry. The guac itself was flavorful, but it appeared too sporadically to make any kind of dent in the otherwise glum vegetables rating; apart from the tiny bits of carrot in the Mexican rice, there didn't appear to be any other veggies in the mix. A brief rundown of other problems here would have to include the choogle-free spice, chewy tortilla, blah refried beans, low-profile (if all-melted) cheese, and a too-frequent dearth of sauce. The burrito also kept giving us weird looks and even called us a “bunch of jerks” at some point, although we swear this odd behavior didn't have anything to do with the meal's one-mustache intangibility.