Tacos El Regio

Perfect spot for the drunchies! Definitely get asada or pastor quesadillas, only $ 3 each loaded with avocado, queso fresco, cilantro and lime. My favorite place to get tacos when I’m out for the night.

Last night. 2am post-​pub run. 20 minute wait in line. 60-​degree weather. 2 minute wait for food post-​order. Heavenly vegetarian tacos. Saved one for breakfast. Still as good as last night. End.

Tried it fit the first time at lunch today… Chopped BBQ and the boudin wraps were awesome. Was a little hesitant at first to order Cajun food from a taco truck, buy it turned out to be an excellent choice. Menu for lunch was pulled pork, chopped BBQ, boudin balls, and boudin wraps.

Supposedly these were the best street food truck tacos in town! Well they were right!!! Their mini tacos and their quesadillas were sooo good!!! They’re open late outside a men’s strip club, no wonder they called these tacos «stripper tacos»! Lol !!

yes, yes YES! perfect for after a night out, the street tacos here hit the spot as well as their corn in the cup and borracho beans! Ive brought quite a bit of people here to try the food and the team here at this truck consistently delivers!

After watching the Golden State Warriors pummel my friends’ beloved Spurs, they were drunk and hungry and Tacos El Regio was open and offering sustenance in the form of taco. If ever there was an antidote to post-​blowout blues, Tacos El Regio offered the appropriate potion.
Unlike pretty much everyone else who has reviewed this place, I was neither drunk nor hungry when I ordered a plate of tacos of alternating styles (carne asada, al pastor, bean and cheese). That said, my experience was similar. The carne asada tacos are the true winner here with beautifully marinated beef nestled in a bed of lettuce with glorious chunks of fresh avocado and tomato. Add the accompanying green sauce on the counter for a subliminal experience. The al pastor was quite good, but I’d probably avoid the bean and cheese on a subsequent visit.
Even on a late Monday night, the crowd that encircled the truck was interesting to say the least. It seems like Tobin Hill is a far more eclectic neighborhood than what I have been experiencing elsewhere in the city, and that is both a good and bad thing. In any event, I’d come back for tacos here.

What can I say about this place other than it is the upper echelon of taco trucks in this city! Funny thing about this place is how I was first introduced to it! My buddy was talking ish to a chick & she pie tossed her torta straight into his face! Him being a bit inebriated managed to catch it as it fell and proceeded to devour what was left. You don’t was food from this taco truck!

These are the best tacos in town. I have been a loyal customer since they opened their first location. I always recommend them to anyone who is craving delicious street food! There beef marinade is unique and sets them apart from other taco spots in town. They have fast service and they are very organized. I highly recommend!

If you’re bar hopping on N. Saint Marys Street, stopping at Tacos El Regio is a must. I tried it for the first time last night and I will DEFINITELY make it a regular «drunchies» stop wherever I end my night of shenanigans! The ladies running the truck were sweet as could be and gave good recommendations on what to order. The food was fantastic… San Antonio has a million and one taco options and I’ve had many of them but this was a taco that immediately stood out from all others I’ve had in the city or abroad. The pastor was extremely flavorful with fresh onion, cilantro and avocado. The salsa verde on the table gave the tacos a great spice to round out the flavor. No doubt that I will be back.

Holy cow! These are the BEST tacos in town. And they taste even better deep in the night.
Imagine this: you’re rolling through your night with your crew, getting a little crazy. Maybe even a little stupid. And now, to keep yourself from tipping over the point of no return, you need something to straighten you out. And just then, out of the seedy darkness you see a shining beacon of fatty, greasy redemption. Yes, this will do. This will do just fine. Here is your second chance. Don’t mess it up, man.
You step up and order In the w-​o-​r-​s-​t Spanish possible. «Please don’t judge me,» you think to yourself. You blurt out through thick lips: «I love your tacos.»
You step back, look dumbly at your watch, and it slowly dawns on you that you’ve been in line for 15 minutes. As you wait for your saving grace, you wonder to yourself: why did I do this? Why am I here? What’s taking so long?! «Ashan! Your order is ready, Ashan!» Oh, that’s me… Ahsan. Yay! I walk up and grab the plate like a desperate hobo. I squeeze that juicy little lime onto the asada and the bastard squirts a little in my eye. I smell the fragrant chopped cilantro; the hot, sizzling beef; and the slightly briny queso fresco and realize that I know exactly why I did all this and why I am here. The tacos. It’s for the tacos. And then I sink my teeth into the most gratifying part of the whole night, friends and all. These tacos are so good, they will set you straight. But, I warn you: you will find yourself repeating this week after week, month after month… until you become just a burnt out shell of a regular in your 40s shivering his ass off just to get a little redemption… a little piece of heaven in a warm flour tortilla.
It’s. That. Good.

I’ve eaten just about everything they have. Amazing. Every single time. I have friends who live 40+ minutes away who will come here

If I could give it no stars I would, the food used to be good and the service was great… but NOW. the food is mediocre and the customer service is of low to none. A lady that works there often tried to keep my friends change for a $ 100… then gave him 80 $… so was his food 20 $ exactly or is this lady out to rip people off… beware!

Oh man, the Hardbodies taco truck! WHERE DO I BEGIN?! If you end your night at any of the bars on North St. Mary’s, make the short trip to the male strip club to get you some tacos! The ladies that run the truck are really nice. They’re even polite when drunk white dudes (like my boyfriend) try to order in Spanish!
Honestly, I come here often before 2AM when I have a hankering for really good tacos and tortas. I always get the mini tacos of asada and pastor. The flavors are consistently great and the tacos are just enough to keep the alcohol at bay. I also love their salsa, both varieties are tasty and add an extra kick to the tacos. Coming from El Paso, it has been my mission to find great tacos that remind me of the food carts in Juarez. Taco El Regio does just that, they bring the authenticity of Mexico to the outside of a male strip club and please the masses.
Come for the tacos, stay for the shenanigans that will inevitably follow closing time at all the bars surrounding the taco truck.

Hands down some of the best tacos that i have ever tasted. Amazingly sweet people with great service. Had the asada and the pastir tacos with everything. Also had a side of charro beans and arroz con leche. I will come back to San Antonio to have these tacos.

Quite possibly the best tacos I’ve ever had, I got the mini tacos pastor and pollo. The location is interesting to say the least (next to a male strip joint) but it’s worth a drive, in fact I’m considering going back right now!

Frequent late nite taco trips to this place.
Ladies are always nice and food is always

Best charro beans north of Monterrey!

I don’t remember how I got there or when we left, but the few bites of charro beans that I was able to keep down were the best I’ve had even in my drunken stupor.
(A one sentence review you can take to the bank, son!)

A classmate of mine told me about this truck on our night out downtown singing karaōke and hanging out at the Texan II. My girl friend was visiting and we both were craving for tacos, I was sold on the borracho beans, never had them before and like the idea of spices and beans cooked in beer.
It was 2 am and they were open and not busy because it was freakking cold! I was the only one there, freezing my bum off while my friend passed out in the car. The nice cook handed me the borracho beans first and it was pretty good, the only problem I had with the beans was the sliced hot dogs. It could use better ingredients.
I’m not a fan of tex mex and was happy to see regular street tacos you’ll find in Mexico say Tecate, Estero beach, or Rosarito. Haha, I ordered beef and pastor tacos, good spices and nice portions, super cheap.

An institution of the North St. Mary’s strip, Tacos El Regio has been feeding the sloppy, late night bar crowd that stumbles out of the establishments in this neighborhood for years. My further ringing endorsement is as follows: I like food trucks, I visit them a lot, and this has to be the BEST traditional taco truck I’ve ever encountered.
But it’s not just the food that makes Tacos el Regio special. It’s the bizarre events I’ve witnessed there on many occasions. For example:
One blustery eve, as my confederates and I were enjoying a crepuscular beer sponge from this fine establishment, we took notice of a kerfuffle to yon leeward side of the truck. Peeking around the corner, we witnessed an intoxicated yet fetching young blond woman scuffling with the doorman of the ladies’ nightclub next door. She had clearly experienced the misfortune of being over-​served by an unscrupulous bartender.
As the bouncer escorted her to the property’s egress, she broke away from his grasp and turned on him, lobbing besotted barbs of disdain in his general direction. Suddenly, through no fault of her own, her posterior introduced itself to the pavement. At this point, my friends and I slowly began to realize that a dinner show had been included with the price of our tacos. We were pleased at this unexpected bargain, and adjusted our seats to ensure maximum viewing enjoyment. A woman nearby bargain videotaping the evening’s shenanigans with her cellphone video camera, undoubtedly for the enjoyment of her social media compatriots.
Meanwhile, further insults and curses erupted as our protagonist rolled around drunkenly on the floor of the terrace. This behavior continued as we enjoyed several more bites of delicious taco, until three police cars appeared. The constabulary quickly assessed the poor sot’s complete lack of motor control, calmly sauntered over, and placed her in shackles.
At this point, the tipsy tart had burst into tears and begun a clever strategy of alternating highly offensive insults with blubbering pleas for release. Unfortunately these efforts did not improve her situation with Johnny Law. She was assisted to her uncooperative feet and escorted – perhaps dragged would be a better choice of verbiage – to the back of a squad car by two taciturn and long-​suffering officers.
As is the wont of any group of lawmen, there was a lot of standing around and shooting of the bull after the suspect had been apprehended. At this point, our attention began to wane, though we were amused at the muffled insults still spewing from inside the squad car. As we turned back to our own conversation, a further commotion erupted from the back of the police car. The rear door had somehow been opened, and the woman had now returned to the asphalt’s sweet embrace, rolling, crying, and spewing insults. Perhaps there had been an unsuccessful attempt to cross-​examine her? The bemused officers assisted her back into the vehicle before wrapping up the operation and departing.
Sadly, I never learned what became of the intoxicated woman. And perhaps even more sadly, I did not make contact with the other woman who was kind enough to document the evening’s shenanigans with her cell phone.
However, I do take comfort in the knowledge that this little incident has not been the only spectacle of such epic proportions I have witnessed while dining here. And even if it’s something small, like chatting with a dude blatantly smoking a joint across the table, or something really cool, like watching a man dressed as Thor throw a hammer through the window of a truck as it speeds away (I understand the driver deserved it) I can always be assured that something interesting will happen during my meal at Tacos el Regio.
And for those who were tenacious enough to read this far, a nugget of wisdom: the al pastor rocks here, but my fave – believe it or not – is the secret off-​menu veggie tacos.