Dining at this little cantina is like being welcomed into the home of your Mexican friend. It's that house you visit and think gosh I wish I lived here. After all El Compa’s name translates to ‘Mexican house-best mate’.
Warm and inviting with cheery plastic tables swathed with brown paper and crayons to scribble. Not too trendy with not a sniff of tex-mex, El Compa is somewhere in the middle and it has found it's sweet spot.
Generous servings of guacamole and corn, soft tacos filled with carnita and cactus and sticky de luce drizzled over crepes. A perfect little haunt for a cheap night out.
