Driving down to Ensenada on a Thursday morning in August 2017, I asked my traveling companions if we could check out Popotla en route. Expecting the fishing village to be quieter than on the weekends, I wanted to take a quick look around to decide if we should return when we had more time.
The beach did turn out to be far less crowded than the photos I've seen. At 11:30am, the pangas were landing on the beach with their catch and starting to stock the market stands with the freshest seafood. Live spider crabs called Marcianos (Martians) that really do look like alien creatures reinforced a mental note that I've got to come back and eat one of them fried in butter, as is the style here.
Not wanting to leave without a bite, I ordered a clam coctel at Mariscos Yamileth. It was nothing special, and the price turned out to be more than expected. Moral of the story: ask the price beforehand. Still, it was very pleasant to sit on the sandy beach and take in the sweep of the bay and fishing activity.
On our way back to the car, we stood in line at Los Originales Tamales de Popotla stand to buy tamales de elote for our lunch. One of the customers proclaimed these the best to had. But unfortunately, I cannot comment on what they were like. The man ahead of us bought out the entire stock of sweet corn tamales and those in the steamer would not be ready for more than hour. I settled for one pork tamale that was on the dry side, making me wonder if it was reheated from another day's production. Oh well, yet another reason to return.