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Super dialed-in güero hermano Andrew Field has opened up an authentic Mexican fish taco joint in Rockaway Beach (86th & Beach). It’s called Rockaway Taco and you can bet they’re the best tasting tacos you’ve ever had, outside of Mexico.
Andrew got a nice write-up from Soho Lunch, recently:
in any case. we had tofu tacos, fish tacos (beer battered talapia), and chorizo tacos. i ordered chips and guacamole and he actually cut up corn tortillas and fried them. i watched him make the guacamole himself. pretty impressive. it was cheap and good and made you forget about the projects behind you.
All you New York sliders and Molluskonian trimmers, go out and support a surf bro on his quest to bring authentic mexican food to the hungry, cold water masses.
If you’ve been to Sayulita, chances are you know what delicious goodness lies in wait, in the big haphazardly-built, blazing yellow building, fortified with wrought-iron signs, just off the square. Chairs, tables and old surf mags crammed into every single nook possible. In a town whose restaurants and businesses ebb and flow with the tides of the high and low tourist seasons, Sayulita Fish Taco is an integral part of Sayulita’s gilded prana. That is to say, Sayulita would not be the same without it.
Albert is the proprietor behind the famous yellow building and the delicious, distinctly traditional mexican fare. Always a smile and a good word, I’ve encountered him enumerable times out in the line-up, at ‘Rubber Dingies’ and ‘Enchiladas’, trimming his brains out with the ‘alma’ of an overgrown kid.
With a nice, twisted, sun-burnt sense of humor, Albert is the kinda guy with the ingenuity to rig up a user-controllable webcam so you can check out the front of his restaurant, never mind the ‘Mexican Waikiki’ otherwise known as Sayulita beach, just three blocks away, who’d want a webcam to check that out? He winks and says (and I’m paraphrasing, here) “Aw Yeah, it’s great. You can control the webcam and sometimes I move it to the other side of the pole, so you can see the big fiestas they throw in the town square”. The irony isn’t lost on Albert, that’s just the kinda guy he is.
Long after the snowbirds have all flown home, during the heart of the humidity riddled rainy season, you can still see Albert slogging in today’s catch as he sets his shop up for another day of fish tacos and cerveza. Albert has gone native.
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Last weekend, unbeknownst to us (and probably to him), we spent our last weekend galavanting around Mexico’s insane natural playground with Andrew: soul surfer, gourmet vegan chef, proprietor of Roots and our good buddy.
Andrew has decided to follow his heart to big, bad NYC. pretty good freakin’ choice. I can’t say I blame him and Marcia and I wish him the best as he continues to look for the good in all things and cook up marvelous eats. We’re still reeling over losing such a good friend, but since NYC is like the center of my universe, I’m sure we’ll be kickin’ it real soon. The real question is what the hell are we gonna do without Roots, we gwon starve to death. A brother can only eat so many quesadillas and tacos…
On second thought: Andrew come back, homie, we gotta eats. pinche güero.
UPDATE: This is unbelievable. Andrew, only two days in NYC, stumbles into Blossom (gourmet vegan cuisine) in Chelsea and subsequently talks his way into becoming their head chef for the new cafe they’re opening on the upper west side. He’s now preparing the menu and overseeing the end of construction on the kitchen, you go Andrew, shheeeit!. the boy is golden. People, if you’re in NYC, don’t sleep, you gotta try Andrew’s cooking. it’s the shiznit.
and make sure you catch him before his tan disappears, suckerrrrr.
