8 Best Vegan Restaurants in Twentynine Palms

“I always have such a fantastic time whenever I visit 29 Palms Inn. Such a unique design that is a perfect compliment to the desert surroundings, I always feel most at home here.“

“I came to visit my family. I live In Colton California. My family member recommended we try the food here. I am so glad she did. The food was fresh, made to order, and so delicious. I definitely recommend this place. Yes. We will definitely make this a to go place when visiting 29 palms again.“

“The service is excellent and the food delicious. I love their chicken satee and pineapple fried rice! 😋“

“We went there for breakfast as the hotel didn't offer any.
Google and locals recommended this cafe for breakfast.

The staff was completely accommodating and friendly.

The breakfast itself was very good, value for money was right.

The atmosphere is more like a canteen.“

“We stopped for lunch on the way from Joshua Tree to Las Vegas. This is a great restaurant that I discovered by chance! The food is plentiful and the ingredients are very fresh. The server man is friendly and accurate. It is far superior to the pho restaurants in Korea. Very tasty and warm rice noodles“

“Had Rocky’s tonight for the first time since the reopening. My husband and I ate at Rocky’s OFTEN…..and we loved Carmin and Bruce…..But I’m happy today that we were definitely pleased with our dinner tonight! 🍕💜🍕. The new Rocky’s did not disappoint. 🍕🍕🍕😁“

“Fresh and wholesome dishes with a Caribbean flare! Don’t be swayed by any negative reviews, because we left incredible satisfied and impressed by the chefs flavor pairings! Kudos to Ellie, our server!“

“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“