We asked an American expatriate bar-fly at the hotel bar where was a good place to eat dinner, and he recommended the El Patron restaurant on the beach. He said to follow the river road to the end, we couldn't miss it. So, we piled into the car and headed down the street. The street became a dirt track after 2 blocks, and I pulled over to ask directions of a local who was walking down the road. She assured us we were on the right road, and that it was only 3 km. down. We bumped along at 15mph, and finally came to the end. There was a little bar and restaurant on the rocky beach, with plastic lawn chairs around tables. We pulled out our dominoes, ordered drinks, and enjoyed ourselves until dinner time. Then, we ate the usual fish tacos and had a great time. We also walked along the rocks and found some nice shells. There was a single fisherman, in a red kayak, with rod and reel looking for supper in the calm water of the Sea of Cortez.