In a scruffy area under the F Train and near an auto body shop, recycling center and other assorted blue collar businesses is this small bodega-like store specializing in Mexican foods. In the front are grocery items… some limited fresh produce and shelves full of spices, beans, tamale husks, etc. A hand written sign out front promised tacos, quesadillas and more, so that lured me in. It’s an old shop, but thankfully very clean, so I thought I’d give it a shot. When I asked about tacos, I was led to a small back room that had 3 or 4 small tables, a TV playing Spanish language soap operas, and a tiny kitchen. She asked what I wanted and I went with 2 tacos and a Mexican coke. There was 2nd older lady there, giving me a suspicious eye, and another elderly customer, glued to the TV. I got the feeling I was their first ever gringo visitor. No menu was offered so I’m not sure of the full range of offerings. The person who sat me then jumped behind the stove and began cooking my food. It was kinda like being in someone’s kitchen. I was hoping I had hit the jackpot… a place where Mexican mommas cook up recipes handed down through generations. Unfortunately it didn’t turn out that way. My tacos arrived along with a bowl of very tame green salsa. And they were simply… simple. The beef taco was basically just chopped beef with a little bit of onion and a sprinkle of cilantro but otherwise not seasoned with anything. The chicken was even more«just chicken.» It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t grandma’s savory recipe. Just chopped meat and a tortilla. It might have been elevated by the salsa but I think this was basically crushed tomatillo and nothing else. So… If you like non spicy/savory/seasoned Mexican, this might be an o.k. fix. But in a shop full of fresh chiles, exotic dried spices and other old country fare, it was a bit disappointing to be served something so bland.