Tacos Tacos — Restaurant in Ludlow

You roll into Ludlow, Vermont, a ski town where the air smells of pine, money, and overpriced cappuccinos. The main drag is a parade of real estate offices masquerading as charm, with restaurants that charge you $28 for a kale salad and a side of smug. Then, like a mirage in a snowstorm, there’s Tacos Tacos, squatting unapologetically at 1 Lamere Square, a defiant middle finger to the gentrification gods. This place hasn’t changed since the Clinton administration, and I mean that as a compliment. It’s been slinging the same burritos and tacos for at least 15 years—hell, probably 20—and it’s got the kind of authenticity that doesn’t need to shout about it. This ain’t Mexico, but it’s got its own soul, and that’s worth something. Walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine set to 1991, the year they opened. The decor? Think linoleum floors, a couple of wobbly tables, and a menu board that’s been there so long it’s practically fossilized. The vibe screams “we don’t care about your Instagram aesthetic,” and I respect the hell out of that. There’s a single unisex bathroom, because why overcomplicate things? You’re here for one reason: to shove a burrito the size of a small dog into your face after a day on the slopes. And they deliver, fast, like they’ve been practicing for decades—which, well, they have. I ordered a chicken burrito, and it arrived like an old friend who hasn’t aged a day. It’s not going to win any Michelin stars—let’s be real, this is Vermont, not Oaxaca—but there’s something deeply satisfying about its familiarity. The tortilla is soft, maybe a touch soggy, stuffed to bursting with rice, beans, and chicken that’s been stewing in a sauce that doesn’t overpromise. It’s not spicy enough to make you cry, but it’s got just enough kick to remind you you’re alive. The salsa? Straight from a jar, probably, but it’s the good stuff, the kind you’d find in a roadside taqueria where the cook’s chain-smoking out back. I also grabbed a beef taco, hard shell, because I’m a sucker for that nostalgic crunch. It’s not authentic authentic—don’t expect hand-pressed masa or al pastor carved off a spit—but it’s authentic to Tacos Tacos, a place that’s been doing its thing without apology since I was sneaking beers in high school. The prices? Jesus, they’re like a love letter from the past. A burrito that could feed a family of four for $8? Tacos at $3 a pop? In a ski town where a latte costs more than your car payment, this feels like a minor miracle. I half-expected the cashier to hand me my change in Sacagawea dollars. They take credit cards now, which feels like their one concession to the 21st century, but don’t worry, the soul of the place is still stuck in the dial-up era. The staff hustle like they’re feeding a small army, which, on a busy ski weekend, they kind of are. They’re not here to coddle you or ask about your feelings—just to sling hot, cheap food and get you out the door. I overheard a guy in a Patagonia jacket complain that his burrito wasn’t “gourmet” enough. Buddy, you’re in the wrong place. Go back to your farm-to-table bistro and leave Tacos Tacos to the rest of us. Is it the best Mexican food you’ll ever have? Nah. If you’re looking for that, book a flight to Guadalajara. But Tacos Tacos isn’t trying to be that. It’s an escape, a little pocket of Mexico-by-way-of-Vermont, where the snow’s piling up outside and the hot sauce (get the Ghost Chile, it’s $7 a bottle and worth it) warms you from the inside out. It’s the kind of place you stumble into after a day of shredding Okemo, or when you’re just passing through and need something real. It’s the same burrito I ate as a kid, and damn if it doesn’t...

Stopped in for lunch, with a total of four of us. Two of us got a couple of tacos, the other two got burritos, and we got sides of rice and chips & guac. The two guys working up front were super nice, but they got several things wrong with our order. One of us got tacos without onions or olives, she received both on her order. The two folks who ordered burritos not only got their bags mislabeled, but one of them also got beans added when they didn't order any. I ordered a chicken and beef taco, and got two beef tacos. And the side of rice came undercooked, borderline inedible.

All the food (that we could eat) tasted great. The guac was some of the best I've had up here. They had some fantastic choices for drinks, and the the atmosphere was super chill and easy going.

Like I said, the guys behind the counter were happy to see us and helpful, really apologetic, and seemed genuinely sorry for all the mistakes. But they were some pretty bad, and repeated mistakes, throughout the entire order. Luckily none of us really had any allergies to worry about. But you still expect to get what you ordered, you know? (There was one other customer in here, and it didn't seem busy at all, as we all got our food fairly quickly.)

I am definitely going to try this place again at some point, and I will happily adjust this review if need be.

Great food. Fun atmosphere. Friendly service. But every single order was messed up somehow.

+As someone with a mobility handicap, I do not think my basic wheelchair could have fit through the door or navigated inside the building (it's fairly small.) I know VT has grandfather laws in place for older establishments, so it's hard to hold that against them....

This place will give you the bang for your buck. The food is OK. You will get more them you pay for. Prices are fair. But if you plan on sitting down to eat forget about that. The place is the size of a shoe box. And is stuffed with out of states ruff back woods people and everything in between. Tried stopping in first day could not get thru the front door. So waiting a hour for lunch is not practical for the working body. Tried to call my order I'm the second day. They just refuse to answer the phone sometimes. Even called 3 times in a row to try and pre order for Pic up. My co worker asked if I would try calling again the following day. I gave it a shot as there is nothing to eat in this town. Besides gas station Food or the pizza place behind it. So we just put the phone down on a table kept redialing till we got a answer. Thank God we were able to get thru and we were able to pre order and were able to have a decent lunch. But my suggestion would be go to the pizza shop behind this place. As it's easy to order they sell pizza by the slice for the average working man. Who can't wait about for there food. And the pizza is amazing. With so...