![]() ![]() ![]() In El Camino, you’re not going to be able to get million choices consisting of umpteen combinations of enchiladas, fajitas, nachos, chimichangas, quesadillas and burritos instead, you get a couple dozen refined and well-explained options which, if you haven't done a lot of homework on the ins and outs of Mexican cuisine, might alienate and have you asking a lot of questions to the server (ours was primed and had already sensed our bewilderment, stating that he was happy to help). I like how the menu is a lot more concise than most other Mexican food menus I had seen so far on my trip. Immediately you get the feel that the management here are trying to put their own stamp on the regular Mexican experience, and they were off to a good start. We liked them both, even if my girlfriend’s was almost a little too spicy even for her numbed tastebuds. The other half ordered the Margarita Picante de Toronja, made with chile, cucumber and grapefruit, and I tried the Cadillac, made to the standard Margarita recipe but with Grand Marnier. As you might imagine, drinks are largely a choice of tequila flights (at 7pm! Not really) and many, many varieties of margarita. The view is of nothing - an alleyway - but the light and the atmosphere make this a great place to be seated, if it is a little too cramped (we were lucky enough to get a table in the corner). The windows of the conservatory were steamed over from the rain, and slightly open (we were able to request ours to be closed without any fuss, as it was too cold). We arrived at around seven-ish, and after an annoyingly long wait to be seated (there wasn't a queue, just the servers were all preoccupied), we were taken through the darkened dining room and seated, thankfully, in the bright and airy conservatory at the back of the restaurant a smallish room full of packed-in tables, turquoise chairs, a scrubbed wooden floor and, like the rest of the restaurant, walls full of Mexican bric-a-brac. By this stage in the evening, the weather was miserable, and El Camino was clearly having a quiet-ish night. We were all ears given that it seems like the whole Fremont area gives off the same vibe, we were well up for a Mexican meal where we didn't have to fall back on the usual choices of burritos and beans. 35th Street, between Fremont Avenue and Evanston Avenue, El Camino was touted by our lovely host as a ‘Mexican restaurant with a different, experimental twist’. ![]() Our evening in Fremont was capped off with a meal at El Camino, a Mexican restaurant recommended to us by our AirBNB host. ![]()
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