Angela P.
Yelp
El Nopal is a no frills panaderia in the middle of Little Village. I met some friends for dinner that evening, and when I arrived a little earlier than I expected, I took a stroll down 26th Street. In the early evening, there were families out for a walk, people on their way to and from work, and plenty of Mexican guys in shiny, pimped out pick-up trucks pumping mariachi and cumbias for everyone to hear. The music filled the air, the people bustled on the sidewalks...it reminded me of my childhood. Even though I'm white and grew up in the suburbs.
When I walked into El Nopal, I immediately noticed it was HOT. There was no air conditioning and no open doors or windows, and it was probably 80 degrees outside. To add to this strange lack of ambience, it was dark inside, only illuminated by the sunlight from outside. The pastry cases weren't lit up either. I looked around and saw a lady sitting behind the counter almost hidden from view. I offered a cheery, "Hello!" but got nothing in return. I quickly surveyed the cases and looked at the lady again, who then stood to help me.
For less than $5 I bought two pineapple empanadas, two of those round things that I'm pretty sure are conchas or at least what I've told myself is a concha, and then I asked the lady, "what's your favorite?" She pointed at one and I swear she said, "banana." I bought two. I ate one later, and it didn't taste a thing like banana, it was a typical Mexican pastry: bread-like, topped with cinnamon and sugar. Maybe something was lost in translation?
The lady behind the counter did understand English, as I asked her a few questions like "what flavor?" and said things like, "two, please." But surely if I had used what little Spanish I know, I would have been able to communicate better and ask more questions - by the way, nothing in the case is labeled either.
It's not my favorite Mexican bakery, which surprised me since it's in Little Village. However, everything I have had so far was quite delicious.