The nice young woman behind the counter warned us that the tortas might be bigger than we were used to, but I was skeptical. Minutes later, I learned my lesson: biggest Mexican sandwich ever = no room for dessert.
It hurt even to look at the racks of fresh cakes, cookies, and breads surrounding the dining room. And I'm not the first to feel that way, judging by the fact that El Zocalo pre-packages to-go cups of its tres leches, diced cake soaked in evaporated and condensed milk, mixed with pineapple chunks and strawberry gel, topped with whipped cream, sprinkles, and a strawberry: dessert for the road.
El Zocalo Tortas and Bakery
701 S 38th St