Condado Tacos — Restaurant in Anderson Township

We were recently out running errands and decided to stop here for lunch. Our waitress was friendly but seemed to be very new and not well trained. We were okay with that and placed our drink order. My husband ordered a draft beer and I ordered a margarita. Both drinks were served in a pint Mason jar. The highest ounce marking in the jar was 10 and my husband's beer, which was supposed to be 16 ounces, was only filled to the first ring of the jar, maybe 12 ounces. He pointed this out to the waitress and she said she would bring him another beer. A few moments later, another woman came to our table, said she was the bartender, and told my husband that his beer WAS sixteen ounces. We both politely pointed out to her how much empty space there was in the glass and she said that was taken up by the head of the beer. There was no head on the beer when it was served and, even if there had been, there should not be that much foam on a properly chilled and drawn draft beer. She continued to tell us we were wrong, said she had to use the tools they gave her, and treated us with a rather hostile and disgusted attitude. She left our table and, at that point, our lunch had been ruined. We told our waitress to cancel our order because we were leaving. She was actually going to get us a bill for the drinks, which we had only taken a sip of and we told her we would not be paying for them. We have NEVER walked out of any restaurant without paying, but our treatment by the staff of this restaurant was way out of line. The bartender could have easily offered to top off the beer, could have been apologetic instead of confrontational, or could have had the manager come talk to us. We went to another local restaurant, my husband ordered a draft beer, and it was filled to the brim, with a...

5/24 update: I cannot recommend this place. We tried again last night. The mango guac was good, but needed more of the mango sauce on top. Everything else was awful. Out of five tacos, we finished one; and that was one we modified. (Because rice has no place in a taco.) The chorizo here tastes like a cinnamon bun. No joke. All you can taste is cinnamon and mace. And they put it on everything. On top of everything else, we had to literally chase down our server to pay the check. At least there weren't any foreign objects this time. We won't be back.

Parking for this place sucks! There was no wait to sit, but there was about a 20 minute wait to park. We tried flights of margaritas so that we could sample most flavors. I found them a little sweet, but they were still quite good. Our street corn queso came out so fast they forgot to take the hair out of it. Seriously. We let that go and moved on to tacos. The house tacos were ok. We tried about six of them, and one with just onions and cilantro. Everything came out hot and quick. Again, so quick that they left a little peice of plastic in one of them. I'm not making this up. The tacos themselves were good combos of flavor, but I have to object to the overuse of mayo-based sauces. Also, rice should never be in a taco, and I find it shameless filler. Give it a few weeks and give it a try. Maybe they will have the kinks ironed out by then. Don't forget to get there early for parking, and order your food without the foreign objects. Tell...

To say Trisha is just a server at Condado would be like saying the sun is just a ball of fire—technically true, but woefully inadequate. Trisha doesn’t serve tacos; she curates moments of pure joy wrapped in a soft shell and sprinkled with queso.

From the moment she approached the table, I felt an aura. Was it the faint scent of freshly fried tortilla chips, or was it simply the radiant energy of someone who was born to take your order? I don’t know. But I do know this: I’ve never felt more seen, heard, or understood than when Trisha asked if I wanted to “build my own taco” or go with a “fan favorite.”

Her recommendations were so spot-on, I briefly considered asking her to handle other decisions in my life. (Trisha, if you’re reading this, what are your thoughts on stocks and long-term investments?) When my Marg smashed onto the table (yes, smashed—her delivery style is nothing short of theatrical), I swear the lime wedge winked at me. Coincidence? I think not.

Trisha didn’t just bring out food; she brought vibes. Her presence is like extra guac—it costs nothing emotionally, but it’s priceless. Honestly, if Condado offered a “Trisha Premium Package,” I’d pay for it without hesitation.

Thank you, Trisha, for making my meal an event and my Tuesday feel like a fiesta. You are the queso to life’s nachos....