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Just saying the name
is fun—la palapa—and even more so if you know what it means: a
palm-thatched shelter on a beach. Almost immediately, your mind
conjures an idyllic scene: you and your sweetie oceanfront, your
toes in the water, ice cold beverages within reach—and servers
awaiting your next desire.
Admittedly, the scene at the two La Palapas in the East and West
Villages is somewhat less serene. More like a party—and sometimes a
long spring break at that. The volume can be loud which is at least
partially attributable to the margaritas which are strong and
delicious and which are at least partially necessary to mitigate the
spicy fire of some of the more delectable and extremely authentic
Mexican specialties. In truth, we might prefer the East Village
locale, perhaps because it was first by three years (2000), and also
because it fits seamlessly into the St. Marks neighborhood
vibe—while the West Village location on Sixth can sometimes be
somewhat closer to the “Sex and the City” wannabe crowd.
In either location, however, you’re going to be fed
well—particularly if you start with something like potato taquitos
and several ears of that incredible market style corn on the cob
with its combination of lime, mayo, chile piquin, and queso cotija.
Follow those savory snacks with an authentic ensalada Cesar Cardini,
prepared as the originator, Senor Cardini, did in Tijuana way back
during Prohibition. And keep on ordering—you almost can’t go wrong
with the food here—and even though you’re probably going to be
stuffed, you should think about dessert, particularly that pastel
tres leches. You know it: that moist cake drizzled with three milks
topped with fluffy meringue icing—and even better, the waitress
knows you want it. She can see it in your eyes—and you’re going to
eat what you can, and take the rest home to the icebox—to remind you
of your idyllic sojourn at La Palapa. You’ll be back, guaranteed.
Best always,
Mark and Robert
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