It was a tale as old as time. I was in the ER, getting my stomach pumped, thinking about life. Reminiscing about the times I had in the past week, I realized…my life would never be the same. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the very beginning. It was a sunny day in March, and my friends and I were cruising down the road, nursing hangovers from Vegas, when we stumbled upon the town of Twentynine Palms. Buildings materialized out of the desert, a hint of civilization after endless desert. Craving some familiarity in a strange place, we searched for some mexican food. The first name popped up on google maps, and we set our course for Edchada’s Taqueria, blissfully unaware of what was to come. We pulled into the parking lot, and were greeted with a 21+ sign, the first warning that this establishment might not be what we expected. Tentatively, we opened the door, and took in the sight of a dingy bar. Several older men, with a look in their eyes that indicated they saw things in the war they couldn’t unsee, sat at the bar. A host materialized from the shadows, and we told him we were ordering to go. He seemed immediately displeased, but nonetheless, he gave us menus and waited, always keeping one eye on us as if we were going to steal a chimichanga when he wasn’t looking. After perusing the menu, we eyed each other before steve finally got up from his seat and approached the host. “Can I place an order?” he asked. In a tone dripping with disdain, the host responded “yeah⁉️” Slightly taken aback, steve proceeded to order. With a powerful sigh, the host beckoned for the next order. We went up one by one, tentatively placing our orders. We then sat back down, awaiting our food…and our fate. Finally, the first order came out. What seemed at first glance to be a simple carnitas burrito and a quesadilla would spell our doom. Steve went to grab his food, but I realized it was my order. I went to grab the bag, but as I lifted it the host erupted. “NO NO NO NO NO” he screamed. “you just lost half your meal” he growled at me. Terrified, I was frozen in my spot as he examined the contents of the bag. Luckily, the food was intact. Shaken from the encounter, I sat back down, wondering what else would happen as the orders came out. Surprisingly, the rest of the food came out without a hitch, and we breathed a sigh of relief as we thanked the host and started leaving. “Call your parents. Tell them you’re alive. Be safe out there.” The warning echoed in our minds as we departed. Little did we know that the omens would come true. We returned to the hotel, our skepticism outweighed by our hunger. I decided to try the quesadilla first. I opened the box and was greeted by what could only be described as strings of raw beef, as if someone grated a cow into my quesadilla. Nevertheless, I was hungry, and so I dug in. The first warning sign came later, as we were leaving to watch the sunset. My stomach grumbled and I started to feel off, but this was only the calm before the storm. As we drove back to the hotel, I started feeling dizzy. I concentrated on the road, but my stomach started making noises I had only heard once before, from my $20 target blender. Lia stepped on the gas, and I found myself lying on the hotel bed. I drank some water, and for a second, I felt some relief, but suddenly I was slipping away. The voices around me got quieter, and the room got smaller, smaller, and smaller, before it faded to black. I came to with a bright light in my face, and a masked face above me. I was confused for a moment, before I realized it was the hospital. The doctor asked with a kind voice if I was ok, before explaining that my stomach needed to be pumped. It was painful, but I got through it, and after some rest, was cleared to leave. We passed hundreds of doors, all seemingly filled with poor souls having their stomachs pumped. Ok the way out, we passed the receptionist, who bid us farewell. I looked back, and the wing of the hospital had a small plaque on the wall. I squinted, and as I read it, my stomach dropped for the 100th time
Dahrius Bissell
It was a tale as old as time. I was in the ER, getting my stomach pumped, thinking about life. Reminiscing about the times I had in the past week, I realized…my life would never be the same. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the very beginning. It was a sunny day in March, and my friends and I were cruising down the road, nursing hangovers from Vegas, when we stumbled upon the town of Twentynine Palms. Buildings materialized out of the desert, a hint of civilization after endless desert. Craving some familiarity in a strange place, we searched for some mexican food. The first name popped up on google maps, and we set our course for Edchada’s Taqueria, blissfully unaware of what was to come. We pulled into the parking lot, and were greeted with a 21+ sign, the first warning that this establishment might not be what we expected. Tentatively, we opened the door, and took in the sight of a dingy bar. Several older men, with a look in their eyes that indicated they saw things in the war they couldn’t unsee, sat at the bar. A host materialized from the shadows, and we told him we were ordering to go. He seemed immediately displeased, but nonetheless, he gave us menus and waited, always keeping one eye on us as if we were going to steal a chimichanga when he wasn’t looking. After perusing the menu, we eyed each other before steve finally got up from his seat and approached the host. “Can I place an order?” he asked. In a tone dripping with disdain, the host responded “yeah⁉️” Slightly taken aback, steve proceeded to order. With a powerful sigh, the host beckoned for the next order. We went up one by one, tentatively placing our orders. We then sat back down, awaiting our food…and our fate. Finally, the first order came out. What seemed at first glance to be a simple carnitas burrito and a quesadilla would spell our doom. Steve went to grab his food, but I realized it was my order. I went to grab the bag, but as I lifted it the host erupted. “NO NO NO NO NO” he screamed. “you just lost half your meal” he growled at me. Terrified, I was frozen in my spot as he examined the contents of the bag. Luckily, the food was intact. Shaken from the encounter, I sat back down, wondering what else would happen as the orders came out. Surprisingly, the rest of the food came out without a hitch, and we breathed a sigh of relief as we thanked the host and started leaving. “Call your parents. Tell them you’re alive. Be safe out there.” The warning echoed in our minds as we departed. Little did we know that the omens would come true. We returned to the hotel, our skepticism outweighed by our hunger. I decided to try the quesadilla first. I opened the box and was greeted by what could only be described as strings of raw beef, as if someone grated a cow into my quesadilla. Nevertheless, I was hungry, and so I dug in. The first warning sign came later, as we were leaving to watch the sunset. My stomach grumbled and I started to feel off, but this was only the calm before the storm. As we drove back to the hotel, I started feeling dizzy. I concentrated on the road, but my stomach started making noises I had only heard once before, from my $20 target blender. Lia stepped on the gas, and I found myself lying on the hotel bed. I drank some water, and for a second, I felt some relief, but suddenly I was slipping away. The voices around me got quieter, and the room got smaller, smaller, and smaller, before it faded to black. I came to with a bright light in my face, and a masked face above me. I was confused for a moment, before I realized it was the hospital. The doctor asked with a kind voice if I was ok, before explaining that my stomach needed to be pumped. It was painful, but I got through it, and after some rest, was cleared to leave. We passed hundreds of doors, all seemingly filled with poor souls having their stomachs pumped. Ok the way out, we passed the receptionist, who bid us farewell. I looked back, and the wing of the hospital had a small plaque on the wall. I squinted, and as I read it, my stomach dropped for the 100th time
Michelle Carlos
Service is good. Staff makes you feel warm, welcome, and like a long time friend. Good food for all tastes, my favorite is a QUESADILLA fajita style. Soup is yummy on a cold day. Drinks are plentiful. You may choose from an alcohol of your choice. My favorite is the classic margarita.
Kathleen Gustafson
My friend and I went for our birthday it was very nice and cozy. Very clean and the atmosphere was very family friendly. Definitely wouldn't go anywhere else for a drink. This place knows how to make a drink
Kid-friendliness: Not centered around the bar
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Mexican Fried Ice Cream
William Schultz
Great restaurant with amazing margaritas, good food, and great service. Our server CJ was really friendly and knew what he was doing.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Debie McMaster
To management, my family and I were visiting twentynine palms from the Midwest what a good atmosphere, our dinner was great our serverI believe [CJ) Was so great. He knew about the drinks appetizers and all of the entrees..He was amazing, Thank you for our best meal on our vacation...kudos to our server and your tasty food....
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 4
Service: 5
John Saathoff
Despite a few bad reviews we picked this restaurant over others nearby because we wanted margaritas. It was a poor choice.
I had a bland and extremely watery Chile Verde. My wife had $21 beef fajitas that had very little beef. And the $14 dollar margaritas were weak and essentially tasted of margarita mix.
The service was good though. Waitress was friendly and food came out quick. She was even apologetic and brought out additional meat when we showed her how little beef was in the beef fajitas.
In summary. If you decide to come here for decent margaritas, you'll be disappointed. If you come for good food, you'll be disappointed. Basically, you'll be disappointed.
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 1
Service: 3
Steve Windmoeller
Not very good but very expensive Mexican food. Service was also not impressive.
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 2
Service: 1
jmv 15
Nice, down to earth place with decent food. Nice vibe..the staff all seem happy. Great happy hour drink prices.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 3
Service: 4
B C
Very disappointed in my meal the flavor just wasn't there for me it was very bland food the albondigas soup was like a canned soup no authentic Mexican flavor in my meal. My son had chicken and beef fajitas the beef was so small and had alot of fat on it. I would not go back and would not recommend to anybody. I guess this is what you get in 29 Palms because you won't get this type of food in L.A. you are going to get food with some flavor to it.
Waited for 15 mins and no one came to take our orders
Service: 1
Lawni Gue
We had a party of 8. The staff was awesome. Loved that the restrooms were in a bank vault. Food was very tasty. Probably the best chili relleno I've had in a long time. The wife says we will drive here just for it. And they make good margaritas.
Hour and half wait for food and paper straws. If you're going to drink and waste time then this place is perfect.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
MC180
The normal Tex-Mex fare. Food and drinks selection was large and the portions for dinner were huge! Wait staff and atmosphere were great. Definitely recommend for a nice dinner.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 4
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Chips and Salsa, Taco Salad, Salad, Burrito
It was a tale as old as time. I was in the ER, getting my stomach pumped, thinking about life. Reminiscing about the times I had in the past week, I realized…my life would never be the same. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the very beginning. It was a sunny day in March, and my friends and I were cruising down the road, nursing hangovers from Vegas, when we stumbled upon the town of Twentynine Palms. Buildings materialized out of the desert, a hint of civilization after endless desert. Craving some familiarity in a strange place, we searched for some mexican food. The first name popped up on google maps, and we set our course for Edchada’s Taqueria, blissfully unaware of what was to come. We pulled into the parking lot, and were greeted with a 21+ sign, the first warning that this establishment might not be what we expected. Tentatively, we opened the door, and took in the sight of a dingy bar. Several older men, with a look in their eyes that indicated they saw things in the war they couldn’t unsee, sat at the bar. A host materialized from the shadows, and we told him we were ordering to go. He seemed immediately displeased, but nonetheless, he gave us menus and waited, always keeping one eye on us as if we were going to steal a chimichanga when he wasn’t looking. After perusing the menu, we eyed each other before steve finally got up from his seat and approached the host. “Can I place an order?” he asked. In a tone dripping with disdain, the host responded “yeah⁉️” Slightly taken aback, steve proceeded to order. With a powerful sigh, the host beckoned for the next order. We went up one by one, tentatively placing our orders. We then sat back down, awaiting our food…and our fate. Finally, the first order came out. What seemed at first glance to be a simple carnitas burrito and a quesadilla would spell our doom. Steve went to grab his food, but I realized it was my order. I went to grab the bag, but as I lifted it the host erupted. “NO NO NO NO NO” he screamed. “you just lost half your meal” he growled at me. Terrified, I was frozen in my spot as he examined the contents of the bag. Luckily, the food was intact. Shaken from the encounter, I sat back down, wondering what else would happen as the orders came out. Surprisingly, the rest of the food came out without a hitch, and we breathed a sigh of relief as we thanked the host and started leaving. “Call your parents. Tell them you’re alive. Be safe out there.” The warning echoed in our minds as we departed. Little did we know that the omens would come true. We returned to the hotel, our skepticism outweighed by our hunger. I decided to try the quesadilla first. I opened the box and was greeted by what could only be described as strings of raw beef, as if someone grated a cow into my quesadilla. Nevertheless, I was hungry, and so I dug in. The first warning sign came later, as we were leaving to watch the sunset. My stomach grumbled and I started to feel off, but this was only the calm before the storm. As we drove back to the hotel, I started feeling dizzy. I concentrated on the road, but my stomach started making noises I had only heard once before, from my $20 target blender. Lia stepped on the gas, and I found myself lying on the hotel bed. I drank some water, and for a second, I felt some relief, but suddenly I was slipping away. The voices around me got quieter, and the room got smaller, smaller, and smaller, before it faded to black. I came to with a bright light in my face, and a masked face above me. I was confused for a moment, before I realized it was the hospital. The doctor asked with a kind voice if I was ok, before explaining that my stomach needed to be pumped. It was painful, but I got through it, and after some rest, was cleared to leave. We passed hundreds of doors, all seemingly filled with poor souls having their stomachs pumped. Ok the way out, we passed the receptionist, who bid us farewell. I looked back, and the wing of the hospital had a small plaque on the wall. I squinted, and as I read it, my stomach dropped for the 100th time
It was a tale as old as time. I was in the ER, getting my stomach pumped, thinking about life. Reminiscing about the times I had in the past week, I realized…my life would never be the same. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the very beginning. It was a sunny day in March, and my friends and I were cruising down the road, nursing hangovers from Vegas, when we stumbled upon the town of Twentynine Palms. Buildings materialized out of the desert, a hint of civilization after endless desert. Craving some familiarity in a strange place, we searched for some mexican food. The first name popped up on google maps, and we set our course for Edchada’s Taqueria, blissfully unaware of what was to come. We pulled into the parking lot, and were greeted with a 21+ sign, the first warning that this establishment might not be what we expected. Tentatively, we opened the door, and took in the sight of a dingy bar. Several older men, with a look in their eyes that indicated they saw things in the war they couldn’t unsee, sat at the bar. A host materialized from the shadows, and we told him we were ordering to go. He seemed immediately displeased, but nonetheless, he gave us menus and waited, always keeping one eye on us as if we were going to steal a chimichanga when he wasn’t looking. After perusing the menu, we eyed each other before steve finally got up from his seat and approached the host. “Can I place an order?” he asked. In a tone dripping with disdain, the host responded “yeah⁉️” Slightly taken aback, steve proceeded to order. With a powerful sigh, the host beckoned for the next order. We went up one by one, tentatively placing our orders. We then sat back down, awaiting our food…and our fate. Finally, the first order came out. What seemed at first glance to be a simple carnitas burrito and a quesadilla would spell our doom. Steve went to grab his food, but I realized it was my order. I went to grab the bag, but as I lifted it the host erupted. “NO NO NO NO NO” he screamed. “you just lost half your meal” he growled at me. Terrified, I was frozen in my spot as he examined the contents of the bag. Luckily, the food was intact. Shaken from the encounter, I sat back down, wondering what else would happen as the orders came out. Surprisingly, the rest of the food came out without a hitch, and we breathed a sigh of relief as we thanked the host and started leaving. “Call your parents. Tell them you’re alive. Be safe out there.” The warning echoed in our minds as we departed. Little did we know that the omens would come true. We returned to the hotel, our skepticism outweighed by our hunger. I decided to try the quesadilla first. I opened the box and was greeted by what could only be described as strings of raw beef, as if someone grated a cow into my quesadilla. Nevertheless, I was hungry, and so I dug in. The first warning sign came later, as we were leaving to watch the sunset. My stomach grumbled and I started to feel off, but this was only the calm before the storm. As we drove back to the hotel, I started feeling dizzy. I concentrated on the road, but my stomach started making noises I had only heard once before, from my $20 target blender. Lia stepped on the gas, and I found myself lying on the hotel bed. I drank some water, and for a second, I felt some relief, but suddenly I was slipping away. The voices around me got quieter, and the room got smaller, smaller, and smaller, before it faded to black. I came to with a bright light in my face, and a masked face above me. I was confused for a moment, before I realized it was the hospital. The doctor asked with a kind voice if I was ok, before explaining that my stomach needed to be pumped. It was painful, but I got through it, and after some rest, was cleared to leave. We passed hundreds of doors, all seemingly filled with poor souls having their stomachs pumped. Ok the way out, we passed the receptionist, who bid us farewell. I looked back, and the wing of the hospital had a small plaque on the wall. I squinted, and as I read it, my stomach dropped for the 100th time
Service is good. Staff makes you feel warm, welcome, and like a long time friend. Good food for all tastes, my favorite is a QUESADILLA fajita style. Soup is yummy on a cold day. Drinks are plentiful. You may choose from an alcohol of your choice. My favorite is the classic margarita.
My friend and I went for our birthday it was very nice and cozy. Very clean and the atmosphere was very family friendly. Definitely wouldn't go anywhere else for a drink. This place knows how to make a drink
Kid-friendliness: Not centered around the bar
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Mexican Fried Ice Cream
Great restaurant with amazing margaritas, good food, and great service. Our server CJ was really friendly and knew what he was doing.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
To management, my family and I were visiting twentynine palms from the Midwest what a good atmosphere, our dinner was great our serverI believe [CJ)
Was so great. He knew about the drinks appetizers and all of the entrees..He was amazing,
Thank you for our best meal on our vacation...kudos to our server and your tasty food....
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 4
Service: 5
Despite a few bad reviews we picked this restaurant over others nearby because we wanted margaritas. It was a poor choice.
I had a bland and extremely watery Chile Verde. My wife had $21 beef fajitas that had very little beef. And the $14 dollar margaritas were weak and essentially tasted of margarita mix.
The service was good though. Waitress was friendly and food came out quick. She was even apologetic and brought out additional meat when we showed her how little beef was in the beef fajitas.
In summary. If you decide to come here for decent margaritas, you'll be disappointed. If you come for good food, you'll be disappointed. Basically, you'll be disappointed.
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 1
Service: 3
Not very good but very expensive Mexican food. Service was also not impressive.
Atmosphere: 3
Food: 2
Service: 1
Nice, down to earth place with decent food. Nice vibe..the staff all seem happy. Great happy hour drink prices.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 3
Service: 4
Very disappointed in my meal the flavor just wasn't there for me it was very bland food the albondigas soup was like a canned soup no authentic Mexican flavor in my meal. My son had chicken and beef fajitas the beef was so small and had alot of fat on it. I would not go back and would not recommend to anybody. I guess this is what you get in 29 Palms because you won't get this type of food in L.A. you are going to get food with some flavor to it.
Atmosphere: 2
Food: 1
Service: 2
Restaurantji Recommends
Waited for 15 mins and no one came to take our orders
Service: 1
We had a party of 8. The staff was awesome. Loved that the restrooms were in a bank vault. Food was very tasty. Probably the best chili relleno I've had in a long time. The wife says we will drive here just for it. And they make good margaritas.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Flautas, Margarita Flight, Chile Relleno
Great food. Great service. Nice bar
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Hour and half wait for food and paper straws. If you're going to drink and waste time then this place is perfect.
Atmosphere: 1
Food: 1
Service: 1
The normal Tex-Mex fare. Food and drinks selection was large and the portions for dinner were huge! Wait staff and atmosphere were great. Definitely recommend for a nice dinner.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 4
Service: 5
Recommended dishes: Chips and Salsa, Taco Salad, Salad, Burrito
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