Your Beachhouse
Google
Ah, The Office—not the one with Michael Scott, but the iconic beachfront spot in Cabo where the drinks flow, the sand tickles your toes, and the “no reservations” policy is more of a suggestion than a rule (despite the sea of "Reserved" signs posted like it's a game of beachside Monopoly).
Want a front-row seat near the water? Good luck, amigo—those tables are mysteriously spoken for. But wander a little farther from the waves and the party’s still rolling with upbeat music, a festive crowd, and staff who seem like they’re in on the joke.
The food and drinks? Solid. Nothing mind-blowing, but you’re not here for Michelin stars—you’re here for tacos, margaritas the size of your head, and maybe a mariachi band sneaking up behind you mid-bite. It’s all part of the charm.
The vibe is lively, a little cheeky, and surprisingly family-friendly (yes, the kids can dance in the sand while you work on your second mojito). Go for the fun, stay for the people-watching, and maybe bring a “Reserved” sign just in case.