Here in the Nachojawn family we have a saying – “DTM”. It’s harsh, but it means Dead to Me. Once you’re DTM, you’re done.
Los Camaradas is DTM. Were the nachos horrible? No. Was anything so egregious that I stormed out? No. But DTM is DTM, and that’s that.
The chicken on top was subpar – not so much seasoned and shredded as bland poached chicken breast. I liked the pickled onions, and the chips are fresh and sturdy.
But it’s a pet peeve when a small place triples their seating by adding outdoor tables during nice weather, and then the kitchen can’t handle the food rush.
Nachojawn Jr. liked his carnitas tacos, but I don’t think we’ll be back anytime soon.
3.33/5 pickled jalapenos – Ear these in the winter or when you have a couple hours to kill.
