Baja California: a seafood lover's paradise

A trip to the local fish market (locally known as Mercado Negro) turns me into a kid in a sweetshop. Tanks brimming with abalone, sea urchin, chocolate clams, sea snails and geoduck line the white walls whilst fishermen in shiny PVC aprons stand proudly beside huge ice trays buckling under the weight of lobsters, yellowtail, snapper, octopus and other mysterious creatures of the deep. The produce here is so good that it is exported to the most demanding of markets such as Japan, China, Europe and mainland USA. But of course, not all of it gets exported and what is left behind fuels a thriving local dining scene.

For years I’d read gushing tales from my heroes (Anthony Bourdain, Rick Bayless and Diana Henry) about an old lady called Sabina Bandera who’d been hawking her signature sea urchin and Pismo clam tostadas, seafood cocktails and fish ceviches on the same street corner in Ensenada for forty years. The food was so good that her cart was crowned the best street food stall in the world in 2013; some accolade for a ramshackle seafood stand with no tables or chairs in the middle of nowhere.

Upon ordering one of these tostadas, however, every tribute bestowed upon this humble street shack was justified. Sabina deftly shucked a few colossal Pismo clams and placed them on a crispy tostada that was already sopped with a decadent helping of warm sea urchin purée, the juice of many limes and slivers of buttery green avocado. The seafood smorgasbord was then garnished with one of her legendary salsas, chilitos de mi jardin (‘chillies from my garden’). No bite of this tostada was the same, but the balance of flavour and texture in each mouthful was remarkable – the burnt chilli and woody herb salsa brought smoky, spicy and nutty flavours to the super-sweet clam, whilst the citrus cut through the briny, rockpool flavour of the urchin and the avocado added a fatty richness to the outrageous ensemble. Eating one of these virtuoso tostadas, stood on a dusty pavement in the baking Ensenada heat, as lime, chilli and spicy oil dribble down your chin has to be one of life’s great pleasures and the perfect introduction to Baja cuisine.

After consuming numerous fish tacos, shrimp and octopus aguachiles and notable ceviches all over town, we next set out to find one of Ensenada’s most enigmatic marisqueros. Alan Pasiano is an ex-sea urchin and abalone skin diver who was so accomplished and renowned in his field that he was taken to the largest fish market in the world, Tsukiji in Tokyo, to clean urchin. After losing ten years to drugs, women and urchins in the city he found God and returned home to Ensenada to open his own street food shack, Mariscos El Pizon.

Perched literally on the edge of what looks like a processing plant of some kind, Alan’s ramshackle cart specialises in plates of just-shucked sea urchins, geoduck and abalone. To anyone that knows seafood, the idea of a cart by an industrial estate hawking three of the most distinguished sea creatures known to man would be incomprehensible. But this is Baja, and this is the norm!

Alan’s sea urchin plate really is a thing of gastronomic splendour. The preparation is flawless and the flavour of the urchin is so uncorrupted it teases the taste buds with a velvety, custardy, sweet-salt-savoury flavour that’s a revelation. This plate of food surpasses any other urchin I’ve had anywhere. It’s the true food of the gods, served roadside, on the outskirts of town by a big burly man who’s story is as hard to believe as the impeccable food he’s dishing out on plates covered with plastic bags. This is the Baja vibe, and I'm 100% sold on it.