The first thing you’ll notice about the Mexican restaurant, El Conquistador, is that it is gay, but in an old school Mexican way some of us grew up on. Like that mustachio tio who liked to wear tight Mariachi pants yet never played Mariachi music. The tio your mom said was married but we never met our Aunt. It was that same tio that always brought a male “friend” to family functions. When I go to El Conquistador, this is where I imagine my gay tio hanging out, having Margaritas.
El Conquistador is in Silver Lake, a throwback to when Silver Lake was all Latinos and gays with a few bohemians scattered about. The main attraction is not the food. In fact, skip it all together; your stomach will thank you later. The star of the show is their Margaritas. When you absolutely, positively, want to forget everything on your mind, this is the place.
El Conquistador does not have the best Margarita. El Compadre's infamous “Flaming Margarita” is the best that I have had so far. But if you try to light a flame in one of El Conquistador’s Margaritas, you’d make a Molotov cocktail instead. Yeah, it’s that strong. After a hard day of work or a bad break-up, El Conquistador's Margaritas works better than the Lacuna procedure in the movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Whatever your flavor, order your Margarita “Rocas con sal”. That’s the way to have it. Blended just doesn’t cut it, ever. I like the cross section of people that go to El Conquistador. Leather Daddies in chaps sitting next to the Altera-moms with their babies in carriages, sucking down margaritas trying to forget motherhood for a few. Retro-rockers looking like they stepped out of a Uriah Heep album next to newly in-love couples sharing eyes and a margarita with two straws like a milk shake. Of course don’t forget along with our gay tios is our gays tias hanging in strong. I didn’t have a gay tia in my family, so when
I have children, I’ll have to adopt one.
Toni Smith, you down?
tio=uncle
tia=aunt
El Conquistador
3701 W. Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90026
(323) 666-5136
El Conquistador is in Silver Lake, a throwback to when Silver Lake was all Latinos and gays with a few bohemians scattered about. The main attraction is not the food. In fact, skip it all together; your stomach will thank you later. The star of the show is their Margaritas. When you absolutely, positively, want to forget everything on your mind, this is the place.
El Conquistador does not have the best Margarita. El Compadre's infamous “Flaming Margarita” is the best that I have had so far. But if you try to light a flame in one of El Conquistador’s Margaritas, you’d make a Molotov cocktail instead. Yeah, it’s that strong. After a hard day of work or a bad break-up, El Conquistador's Margaritas works better than the Lacuna procedure in the movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Whatever your flavor, order your Margarita “Rocas con sal”. That’s the way to have it. Blended just doesn’t cut it, ever. I like the cross section of people that go to El Conquistador. Leather Daddies in chaps sitting next to the Altera-moms with their babies in carriages, sucking down margaritas trying to forget motherhood for a few. Retro-rockers looking like they stepped out of a Uriah Heep album next to newly in-love couples sharing eyes and a margarita with two straws like a milk shake. Of course don’t forget along with our gay tios is our gays tias hanging in strong. I didn’t have a gay tia in my family, so when I have children, I’ll have to adopt one.
Toni Smith, you down?
tio=uncle
tia=aunt
El Conquistador
3701 W. Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90026
(323) 666-5136
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Can you please ship me a gallon of the magic juice? I need to erase about 18 years ... but I'll settle for a week!
now i wanna go to l.a.......
how many flavors do they have there?
Loling my culo off. That is too much bro. I almost want to be mad about you giving up this golden tequila treasure but thanks for giving this place some props.
Ah! Adopt me you beautiful man!
I want to be Tia everywhere, cause I will never be a Mama ...