Puerto Nuevo Lobsters

I'm sure there are lobster restaurants here in California that I would go back to again and again but I haven't discovered them yet. Or maybe, I choose not to because of Puerto Nuevo, Mexico.

Part of going to another country and risking your life just to get a bite of a tender and mouth-watering deep-fried lobster is the journey and the company. Fortunately, I have the best food partners in the world. So, the (supposedly two hour but with a maniac driver who I won't name, turn it to an hour) drive there is filled with catching up, random conversations and barbarous jokes, which everyone seem to tolerate/enjoy by now.

We usually eat at PN I but they have been closed for renovation for a year now, so we eat at PN II, which is owned and managed by the same people of PN I. There is a menu, I believe, but I never really looked at it. Karempot might have even made up an entree which includes a lobster and a half, soup, garlic butter, rice, flour tortilla and a glass of margarita. Plus a side of chips and guacamole, cerveza, and more margaritas. $25 dollars, tips included.

Next time you feel like being crazy and hungry, go to Puerto Nuevo for lobsters. If you come back in one piece alive, you can brag to your friends how you walked around Tijuana belligerent and did not get your head cut off. Of course, we did not do that and we do not suggest you should. But in the eyes of your friends, you're one cool, determined person for crossing the border just to get some bomb-ass crustacean.

Evidence:

Lobster soup


Lobsters


These are some crazy, hungry mofo's:














The drive back is usually more laid back with everyone's tummy hanging out of their unbuttoned pants, until we get to the border where we wait for a decade. Then, everyone starts to get antsy and what else is there to do but pick on each other.