Last Sunday, jazzed from our victory in hockey, my dad took Ana and Sarah and me out for Mexican food. Ana's been telling me about some Mexican place in her neighborhood (Hell's Kitchen) that's more "authentic" than some other places in New York (which, granted, isn't saying much). Still, I wanted some chips and so off we went to Ta Cocina.
I ordered the fish tacos. They had some cream mixed in with the fish, which isn't really to my taste, but they were still good.
My dad ordered one green cheese enchilada and one mole enchilada. They sure weren't Juanita's, but they weren't bad. I thought that the mole was especially good.
Ana and Sarah split some kind of crazy combination that had tacos (Sarah picked hard shell - oh, Americanized Mexican food - I suppose there is a time and a place for you - as long as it's not on my plate) and an enchilada.
The rice and beans came on separate little plates. I like it better when it's all on the same plate so that you can mush it all up with the sauce. But that's not what they do here.
Here's Ana and Sarah, looking groovy in the half light of the restaurant. I didn't use flash (well, I tried and Ana scrunched up her face weird, so no flash it is). Note Ana's awesome hockey shirt. Go Demons!
It was a nice way to end the trip with my dad - yummy food, nice people, prolific hockey bruises.