La Michoacana
218 W San Marcos Blvd, San Marcos
(760) 798-3999
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Amazing experience
I didn't buy anything from there the front and everything they have is very fresh and it looked very delicious.
Exceptional! Countless flavors, high quality ingredients. vast portions, great prices and very kind service!
The man who served us was slower than a sloth, we had 3 items and took more than 15 minutes to finish my order. He was taking to another customer while holding the ice cream I had ordered, I don't have a problem with him talking to customers, but my ice cream was melting and he had no sense of urgency to hand it to me. But the time I got it it was super melted. I was so annoyed and then he took even longer to make my other orders.
I loved it! Excellent service!! Juan, a very attentive young man, served me and recommended a delicious dish!! Thank you so much for everything, God bless you greatly!
The one guy that works there really sucks. He’s slow, takes forever to get you your order, and gets distracted talking to his coworkers. I was there 30 mins just for some fruit and juice.
Delicious ✨
It actually tasted like the michoacana from TJ👍🏻
Great ice cream for different cravings
🍡 Got there at 5:30, asked for an esquimal — the paleta dipped in chocolate con chispas. Nothing fancy.
Me dijeron: “No tenemos.”
But I could see them. Literally. Right there. En el congelador.
So I asked again, politely. And now it’s: “We’d have to heat the chocolate — it takes time.”
So which is it — you don’t have it, or you don’t wanna do it?
And that’s where the question starts. Not just what was said — but how it felt.
I ordered in English. She replied in English. But the vibe said: you’re not from around here, huh?
Now… maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe it’s just laziness.
Maybe I don’t match the rhythm.
Maybe it’s just… effort math.
But I’ve seen the pattern before. I speak Spanish too. Fluently. I just don’t lead with it.
And I’ve noticed: when I don’t code-switch first, the tone sometimes changes.
This time? No rush. No crowd. The line was calm. Nadie estaba agitado. Other customers got full multi-layer drinks made without issue.
And I’m asking for a paleta dipped in warm chocolate. That’s a 90-second task. Maybe less.
So why the excuses?
Why the energy shift?
Why the wall?
And speaking of walls — let’s talk about that big sign up front:
“We reserve the right to refuse service.”
In an ice cream shop?
For who?
This isn’t a nightclub. It’s una nevería.
So what are you protecting yourselves from — drunk families? Respectful teenagers?
Or are you just laying groundwork to not be questioned when the service doesn’t match?
Because it’s starting to feel less like a “policy” and more like a shield for low-effort attitudes.
I didn’t argue. Didn’t demand. Just said, “Nah, I’m good,” and left.
That’s the part that should sting.
No sale. No scene. Just quiet clarity:
Someone walked out not because you couldn’t serve them —
But because you wouldn’t.
So now I’m asking:
Was it laziness?
Was it preference?
Or was it the fact that I didn’t look, talk, or act like you expected me to?
omg great service
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Everything was okay, just the long wait. Needed more employees
Every thing is very delicious. Even though I live in Escondido, I come to San Marcos to get my yogurt with fruit. I love it.
The Best!
Love the selection of ice cream and flavor drinks
Dorilocos 😋
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