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It blows my mind how many so-called “Mexican” restaurants out here are serving Gordita Imposters™. Like...sir, that is a sad taco wearing a girdle, not a real gordita.
Growing up, my gold standard for Mexican food came from the OGs: street vendors and little spots in Mexico where Abuelita is in the back, cooking like she’s feeding all twelve of her grandkids, the mailman, and maybe a few people she disliked! That’s exactly the vibe Lolis gives me. Nothing fancy. No gimmicks. Just a straight-up, ride-or-die Mexican menu that slaps.
The menu? Short and loyal—Gorditas, Tacos, Burritos, Quesadillas. That’s it. No need for avocado foam or artisanal beet crema. The fillings? Flavor-packed and familiar. Steak, pork rind, cactus, rajas, cheese, you name it, they’ve got the hits covered.
I rolled in with my pops, and we went in hard. Gorditas for days: Steak & Cheese, Pork Rind with Green Salsa, Rajas con Queso, Shredded Pork in Red Sauce, and the MVP—Cactus, Rajas, and Cheese. We threw in some steak tacos for good measure because, well, balance.
Everything was made to order by this sweet, no-nonsense kitchen queen who gave “grandma that loves you and judges your portion size” energy. She cooked like she was trying to heal our souls, and lowkey, I think she did.
Small space, always buzzing, but still warm and welcoming. The kind of spot where you instantly feel like you’re home, even if you’ve never been.
If you want real-deal, no-frills, make-you-question-every-fusion-taco-you’ve-ever-had Mexican food, Lolis is that spot.
10/10. Would fight traffic and skip lunch just to make room for it again.