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| - So, ok, this place has all the makings of a super-sexy, intimate night out with your lova. Until you make your way into the dark, prohibition-style basement setting and realize that it is literally 50 below zero and have to wear your parka through dinner. Sorry, fancy new date shirt, you won't see the light of day in this place (or complete lack thereof).
It's a dark, dank cantina setting. Very authentic feeling, with a very authentic, adventurous, but smallish on the entree side of things menu.
If you've read any of my past reviews, you know I strive to find the best Mexican food. When I was pregnant with Baby #1, I wanted, nay, needed Mexican food 3-5 times per week. At that time, we frequented La Cabana on the Danforth (now closed, RIP) and I should have probably made Eduardo my son's Godfather. Real talk. Then we tried the other places- El Sol and a handful of others- and nothing really compared.
So, while Pachuco has a lovely, intimate setting, it is absolutely tiny (can't seat more than 20 people, max) and a limited menu that actually does NOT feature a chicken dish. Seriously. Duck? Check. Cactus? Check. Chicken? Nope. Like, why? Really.
The guacamole was great and I'd likely try the goat cheese guacamole were I to venture back. It's definitely and obviously child-unfriendly, which is fine, but I still think you should know, and the staff are....meh.....they're ok. Nothing fantastic or exciting.
Given I'm pregnant now with Baby 2 who apparently doesn't like Mexican food as much, I am also not drinking, but their margarita sampler was crazy popular and it looks like it's delicious. The prices are average-moderately expensive and we went on a Wednesday to a packed house, so I can imagine the weekends are harder still.
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