4 Best Mexican Restaurants near Brookline

“Came here after some Newburry street exploring. Only a 10 minute drive. The food was delicious, and fresh. The nachos were some of the best I've ever had along with the white queso.
The staff was friendly and welcoming. Will definitely be stopping by when I am in the area!“

“The food here is delicious!!!!! 100/10. When you get that little bite of plantain, chicken tinga , rice and black bean, perfection! I absolutely recommend.“

“Amazing food. The place to go if you want to find mouth watering tastie food.“

“Once Upon a Burrito

Once upon a time, in the great kingdom of Brookline, Massachusetts, there lived a young and hungry hero who stumbled upon a magical taqueria called Anna’s. The clouds parted. A chorus of angels hummed softly. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

For ten glorious years, he feasted. He brought friends, strangers, and anyone who would listen. “You MUST try Anna’s,” he would proclaim from the rooftops, with the unhinged energy of a man who had seen too much. None who entered ever left the same.

The burrito was no ordinary burrito. It was, in fact, the greatest burrito on planet Earth. Not the greatest burrito in Brookline. Not the greatest burrito in Boston. On. The. Entire. Planet. The tortilla was steamed to ethereal perfection. The cheese, rice, and beans existed in a harmony so divine it defied all known science. The grilled chicken was so magnificent that local bards wrote songs about it that were unfortunately never recorded.

But the hero had one sacred rule, passed down to all who would hear it: thou shalt get extra green sauce. Not regular green sauce. Extra. Those who ignored this commandment were lost souls, wandering the earth, never truly satisfied, forever wondering why their burrito tasted somehow incomplete.

Now hear this, brave traveler, for this next part is critical. When you approach the royal counter at Anna’s, you must be ready. The line moves with purpose and intention. This is not the place for pondering, dawdling, or staring blankly at the menu as though you have never encountered food before. Know your order. Speak it clearly. Honor the line. Those who slow the sacred procession are looked upon with great disappointment by the kingdom’s people, and honestly, they deserve it.

Then one dark day, the hero was whisked away to the land of Texas, where burritos were large and plentiful but somehow… not the same. He could not explain it. Scientists could not explain it. Nobody could explain it. No burrito on Earth — and he had tried them all, in every corner of every land — came close to Anna’s. It was simply, maddeningly, incomprehensibly the best.

And so, every time he returned to the kingdom of Boston, he made the sacred pilgrimage back to Anna’s. Twenty years had passed. Nothing had changed. The burrito was still perfect.

And it always will be.

The End. 🌯👑​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​“