

Situated within the beachfront setting of Canalan Beach Club, Allora presents traditional Italian dining at its open-air restaurant nestled along the pristine, one-mile stretch of beach at Mandarina. Sophisticated fare meets a casual, seaside atmosphere for a dining experience that is entirely unique to Mandarina.
Hours
| Monday (Benito Juárez’s birth (Observed)) | 11 AM–11 PM Hours might differ |
| Tuesday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Wednesday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Friday | 11 AM–11 PM |
| Saturday (Benito Juárez’s birth) | 11 AM–11 PM Hours might differ |
| Sunday | 11 AM–11 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: Carretera Federal Libre, 63724 Nayari, Nay., Mexico
Phone: +52 888 997 7732
Website: https://discovermandarina.com/flatlands/allora/
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Reviews
One star loss: Liquor and wine prices exorbitant. I asked for a mezcal tasting and was told NO. A 1.5 oz. pour was the cost of a bottle. Martini’s served in 3 oz. glasses.
We started with the wood burning oven pizza which was good but the crust was soggy and too much crust.
Arugula salad excellent with fresh parmigiana. Pasta selection overly rich and mostly high fat selections. We passed.
Asked for grilled chicken but only available as a side. I ordered ahí tuna rare and was served yellow fin well done. Eggplant parmigiana was over fried. Grilled asparagus was mediocre.
It’s a beautiful setting in the beach and popular especially with kids and they run on the beach without supervision.
Overall, best pizza is at La Rustica in Punta Mita, but if you’re in Mandarina, a decent but very pricy option.
We started with the bruschettas, which were sloppily presented and completely missed the mark — the ingredients were all mixed up, lacking any structure or care. The salame arancini were essentially just rice balls; 90% rice, with barely any trace of the promised filling.
Then came the paccheri al tartufo. The sauce tasted like dirt — no hint of truffle, just a bland, muddy mushroom flavor that felt like a bad joke. But nothing compared to the so-called carbonara, which looked like vomit and tasted even worse — more like scrambled eggs with ham than any carbonara I’ve ever had.
The only genuinely Italian things about this place were the prices and the background music.