Duck nachos?! Ahi tuna tacos?! Goat cheese tamales?! Whoever said Mexican cuisine is just a mix and match of the same four ingredients has never been to De Cero Mexican Restaurant at 814 W Randolph St. For just $15, you get today’s $35 Groupon, and your stomach can celebrate its own quinceañera (if your stomach is a 15-year-old girl from Guadalajara). Unique flavors explode from De Cero’s creative dishes like meats explode from a meat piñata.
While other Randolph Street eateries lie dormant on Sunday mornings, De Cero is up and ready to BRUNCH YOU UP. Metromix Chicago’s glowing review offers a gluttonous glimpse into De Cero’s innovative brunch. Your Cinco de Mayo Party doesn’t have to end tonight; start it back up Mother’s Day morning by drinking your mom under the table with a pineapple-coconut water, an agua piña, a mimosa, or a spicy cilantro-rimmed bloody maria. Then sober up with cinnamon coffee and dig into scrumptious standards like huevos rancheros. The black-bean cakes with chipotle crema, scrambled eggs, and pico de gallo are a local favorite. If you’re in an experimental mood, try the horchata French toast: Italian bread soaked in homemade Mexican rice milk, lovingly coated with brown sugar-cinnamon-walnut butter, and served with blackberry compote.
Yelpers agree on De Cero’s deliciousness, giving it an average four out of five stars.
- “My love for De Cero tacos knows no bounds.” - Rachelle B.
- “I’m addicted to De Cero and have been going for about 5 years.” - Jenny A
- “As far as Mexican goes in Chicago, De Cero is at the top of the list.” - Jonathan R.
- “I love, love, love, their passion fruit margarita. - Kolleen M.
- “Wowzers, seared ahi tuna taco = delicious.” - Steve T.
De Cero is Spanish for “from scratch” and is an apt moniker for this restaurant. The menu showcases savory, addictive super-foods made from the freshest ingredients. De Cero’s battered shrimp taco with cilantro and avocado crema will soon be peddled like illegal drugs on street corners. Cops will raid boarded up “tamale dens,” confiscate pulled pork tamales, and corruptly keep a few kilos to fill their own meat piñatas. Everyone will volunteer to become drug mules; all it takes is eating chiles rellenos before border crossing.
Stop by De Cero for dinner, lunch, or brunch. After your meal, they’ll be happy to provide you with a methadone tamale to wean yourself off the inevitable dependency.
