El Sancho Loco Taqueria
2271 Michael Drive
Living in East County has proven to offer a bountiful supply of adventures. Upon recommendation, my companion and I met Michael of Michael’s Bicycles on Michael Drive in Newbury Park to fix up my companion’s bike. On feeling confident that Michael could complete the bike work needed, we headed across the parking lot to El Sancho Loco Taqueria. After my partner relayed to me the urban dictionary definition of “sancho,” it was especially amusing to see a wall of pictures of “Sancho’s Kids.”
The cashier, Evelyn, was especially friendly and only had one bit of disappointing news: El Sancho does not serve coffee, so no iced coffee and homemade horchata for me.
El Sancho has all the expected items that we have become accustomed to at a Mexican restaurant: sopes, chimichangas, burritos, taquitos, tamales, tacos, enchiladas, tortas, etc. It features carne asada, carnitas, chili verde, chorizo, grilled chicken, pork al pastor, etc. Some of the more unusual offerings not seen at the average Mexican joint included tripas (intestines), lengua (tongue), cobb salad, Sancho bacon-wrapped hot dog, funnel cake, root beer float and Sancho cheeseburger with sour cream, guacamole and serrano chile. I decided to follow a completely nontraditional route and chose the fried breakfast burrito wrapped in bacon and topped with a syrup-saturated Eggo. My partner chose the El Sancho grande burrito with carnitas.
Waiting for our meal, we stocked up on salsa at the salsa bar, grabbed a basket of freshly fried chips and headed to the table decorated with a crown, taking in the ambience and Mexican music playing through the speakers. We salted the chips and dug into the chunky salsa, which had addictive qualities of both acidic and citrus sour, and the tomatoes disintegrated in your mouth. Mouthwatering comes to mind.
Within a few minutes, our orders arrived. The grande burrito came as expected, a tortilla stuffed with all the fixings: tender carnitas, black beans, rice, slivers of lettuce, pico de gallo, sour cream, guacamole and cheese. Surely, the best thing in a burrito like that is warm, creamy sour cream creating a rich texture. Also, the leftovers from this burrito alone lasted a couple of days.
The special fried breakfast burrito was certainly interesting. While it might have boded better if I had fasted the night before tackling this monster creation, I could appreciate it for all of its wonderful attributes: sausage, scrambled eggs, melted white cheese burrito, with Eggos on the inside and on top, wrapped in bacon and deep fried for a crispy texture similar to Native American frybead. My bet, two people could easily fill up on this breakfast option, and I would suggest doing that before trying to finish a whole one by oneself. And of course, before I could even really begin to dig in, my partner snatched the Eggo on the top half of one side, to which I replied, “Fine, eat my Eggo.”
There is no doubt that I will be back to this little tacqueria not only for the food, but for the lack of pretentiousness that makes places like these desirable, at least for me. Hopefully, coffee will be on the menu next time.
Note: Michael did an excellent job with the bike, a vision fulfilled.