Taquieria Hernandez

Yeah, Mary pretty much summed it up. Solid burrito, though nothing out of the ordinary. Well, maybe my burrito was a step above what I would normally expect, but my hopes were not high for this place. No veggie options printed on the menu. The ambiance of a deserted high school cafeteria. The fact that there were three people working behind the counter, none of whom looked happy when we came in, despite the vast, empty dining area. Plastic tablecloths? I think I remember red checked plastic tablecloths.

But my burrito was really good, and the horchata was solid. The lady who rang us up did warn us about the Nesquick-made shakes, which was cool, but disappointing because I wanted a shake.

Mary insisted we sit under the plastic bull head, but there are cheerier seating options.

And the roach I saw coming out of the bathroom was just kind of sitting there in the hallway. No scuttling action. But at least it was a small, unafraid-of-daylight roach.

Sabor Michoacan is what Mary meant by "Margarite something."

Long time, no update. While I was neglecting Burritos on Clark, I let a grave error slip by. Mary wrote a review of what might have been the best burrito on Clark so far, and she totally botched the name of the restaurant. And then I fail to write any review at all. So, here is the correct info for this lovely, orange-signed place:

Sabor Michoacan
7021 N Clark St
Chicago, IL 60626
(773) 465-1122‎

Alrighty, then. The things that I loved:

My horchata was AMAZING, and liberally sprinkled with cinnamon. The beans were warm and cheesy. My veggie burrito had mushrooms in it, but it was not mushy or gross. The tortilla was strangely sweet and toasted, and a little thick for a Chicago burrito. But it was something that made THIS burrito unique. A stand-out, signature kind of tortilla. Our server was kind and patient. The bathroom had the littlest sink I have ever seen, and it felt like I was going in someone's house because of the whole curtained, back-room thing.

Things I didn't like:

Uh, that Mary got the name wrong. And that we had to look at the sign during the next burrito trip to figure it out. And the lack of update.

Sorry, team.