Taqueria El Favorito — Restaurant in Rohnert Park

Me & kid brother ride up after picking up meds at Costco. He was on his WAY overpriced alphabet soup Harley "Road Glide ABCWXYZ Anniversary Special" & I Was on my 20 year old Valkryie he can't catch. Starving for a righteous burrito we hit what appears to be shelter from the storm of corporate "mexican food" for a good sinus clearing muy authentica grande bad boy. As usual-last 5 years-we get initial stink eye/Arkansas Café Shock as 2 lumbering leather clad home growns from the 70s stumble in off a couple loud scoots and have to ask the staff, after an extended awkward silence, if the mute zombies standing in line have ordered yet. Everybody goes into motion at once, including zombies and we are assured that we are cleared for ordering. I remind myself to look up California's new address so I can visit because I sure miss her. The menu is quite detailed, which is good & bad. Due to dietary abuse in the past, This writer avoids raw onions, kid bro eats em raw. Onions are listed as an ingredient. I ask for no onion. kid asks to MAKE #$*! SURE HE DONT GET BEAT OUT HIS ONIONS. "Rest your spirit" to paraphrase the young take charge, man running the till assures us. The onions are in the salsa only. Forget I mentioned it. Two super burritos crane asada, for here. Knocked a $20.00 bill into a couple thin pieces of metal, thanks kid-thought about the huge plates of enchiladas at The Stallion in Austin for 3 bucks-came back & noticed sweet looking assortment of salsa & plenty of cool little plastic cups. Now yer talkin! Tears flow as the heat on the chips bite back. Me and bro exchange the look of men who have found quality scarf. With back to wall/facing the door, as always I see the high sign from hot shot that the Supers are ready. I go get em, reload verde sauce- no lids-and head to booth for business. Hmmm. A sectional. Level of rice. Level of beans. Level of carne. Carne? Kid after 3 bites questions my masculinity by decrying the lack of onions & claiming he has gotten my onion free burrito. And if I wasn't such a pu$$i who couldn't even handle an onion his life would be.... Onions were the least of my concern. The "carne asada" was top of my list of items to be addressed, an Amber Alert perhaps? The meat was a gray amalgamation of ground up goo with no discernible texture. Kid asked for wrapping and a bag suitable for transport to his dog & onion stash waIting at home. I using the gift of assertion, requested replacement of so-called whatever. An explanation/ excuse was "a little bit of chicken meat got mixed in with the asada, but its still good". Again I request a "pure" asada and again My request was denied. a short, but rapidly escalating discussion quickly ensued, to the chagrin of all present. As young bro had the Screaming Eagle warming up, I saw no value in a return to days of yore 3 blocks from a CHP Station in the most up tight town in the County. Disappointment ruled our sad day when simple fixes were met with a hiss and the chop of a hand cutting through the air. A shame, a pity, a near tragedy from middle to end. The lesson is a dump is not always a dump. Sometimes, its just dumpish. A measly one star. Joe Bob says check it...

On a long seven hour drive home from Sequoia National Park, hunger overwhelmed my partner and I, but our toddler had just woken up and his social gas tank was reading empty, so sitting down for a hot meal was out of the question. Anyone with a grumpy toddler knows that mission is even too impossible for Tom Cruise.

We stopped to refill our actual gas tank at a Costco. While I pumped, my gal searched for grub options. Less than two minutes away was Taqueria El Favorito. So once we were done(Costco has pumps hella fast!), we made our way to burrito bliss.

Much to our surprise, the restaurant had a drive thru, so we made our way to the ordering booth. The speaker system reminded me of some old SNL skit, loud and distorted in a comical way. But it did the job.

We ordered two super burritos. I can’t remember the cost, but that tells me it was within reason. No more than four minutes later, we had one carne asada and one el pastor super burrito and we’re headed down the road for the next three hour leg of our drive.

The burritos were tasty in that one am, sure to be hungover, hits the spot juuuust right sort of way. They included pico de gallo, green sauce(muy rico!), chips, and a handful of napkins. They had run out of horchata, but it was later in the day, so we weren’t surprised.

Nothing flashy about the restaurant, which is always a good sign that more attention is paid to flavor than image, which I appreciate. Burritos were the size of John Wick’s forearms, so we were satiated. Great place to stop for quick travel food. Sorry, no photos. Hunger and exhaustion overwhelmed a proper...

My wife, baby, and I were so excited to try Taqueria El Favorito, especially with the convenience of a drive-thru and a sleeping baby in the car. Our excitement grew when we saw the incredibly low prices—a $6 steak quesadilla in California? That's almost unheard of. Unfortunately, that moment of eager anticipation was the best part of the experience. Turns out, they can offer a quesadilla at a bargain price by making it a third of the size. The quesadilla was tiny, almost comically so. To make matters worse, they don't bother to cut the steak before putting it in, so you're left with big, tough, dry, and bland pieces of over-charred flank steak. Trying to tear the quesadilla apart was a struggle, especially since it wasn't even cut into manageable pieces for us. The cheese was forgettable and there wasn't enough of it to even attempt to hide the sad state of the meat. The only bright spot was their salsa—both the Pico de Gallo and the Salsa Verde were genuinely good and flavorful. Sadly, while I was wrestling with my quesadilla, I managed to knock the cup of Salsa Verde all over the inside of my car. The service wasn't much better; the guy at the speaker seemed completely uninterested in being there. Given the poor food quality and lack of care, we...