10 Best Mexican Restaurants in Twentynine Palms

“Absolutely phenomenal! Taqueria Las Palmas blew me away. I tried their quesabirria tacos, carne asada, and al pastor, and every bite was bursting with flavor. You can tell everything is made with care and authentic technique. Their handmade tortillas were the perfect finishing touch—soft, fresh, and packed with that homemade goodness that takes everything to the next level. This spot is a true gem. Highly recommend to anyone looking for top-quality, authentic Mexican food! 🌮🔥“

“Excellent service! Food was delicious. We had carnitas nachos (some of the tastiest carnitas I’ve had). The taquitos were excellent and topped with delicious garnish. The birria tacos were excellent, as well. This was the perfect spot to stumble on after a long day hiking at Joshua Tree and we were happy to support a local, family owned spot!“

“Had to do a moving job on the military base and was looking for something good to eat and I sure did find something far beyond goodness delicious greatness. You cannot go wrong at this magnificent. Taco shop not only is the food amazing but they even have a bowling alley and a bar to top it off hands-down best restaurant I’ve ever been to Lil alone in 29 palms. If you are in 29 palms, you must go to this place the family taste like.“

“La comida está deliciosa ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️“

“Really nice family from Oaxaca, Mexico — they speak Mixe — an indigenous language — in addition to Spanish.

Come try their delicious tacos! They’re there every day (Except Mondays and on Bad Weather days) starting at 1830 until about 11 or 12.“

“The food is awesome and consistent and I adore the family that owns it!“

“Went in a couple of days ago and was not greeted, and was met with crew members slamming utensils and not accommodating at all.

Coming from someone that is a customer service manager, I understand the frustration and the repetitiveness of working fast food especially. I know this location is literally not even a month from being open, so I am saying this with grace and no ill intent....

The store hasn't been open nearly long enough to not have lively energy when people walk in. They have to consider that this is a new store again, and people are going to be coming in, in droves to get some food that is brand new to the Military Base.

Hopefully they get it together soon. I love Qdoba and don't want my experiences from this location to make me want to go to Chipotle... ewww.“

“This restaurant has a drive thru, perfect for if you just left Joshua Tree National Park and are hungry! The food hit the spot perfectly and was fresh and hot within a couple of minutes of ordering at the window. GREAT pricing, especially when compared to other options, even more so with how good the food is! The refried beans in particular were a great side with perfect flavor! The enchiladas had great flavor with great portion sizes - the enchilada sauce and chicken both were so tasty. The burrito was HUGE and packed with meat in a great ratio to rice and beans so that it was balanced. My family was so happy to have found this place. Highly recommended if you're coming through 29 Palms!!“

“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“

“Good food for a decent price. Very fast service, the carne asada fries is a must.“