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.
2 comments:
Hey now- don't go talking smack about "Americanized Mexican" or what most people call TexMex. Yes, when it's bad, it's bad- but good TexMex is a thing of beauty. Seriously I take it personally that you'd bad-mouth a hard taco. You said you liked chips- it's just a big chip with a delicious filling. And when I fry my own shells my hard tacos are freaking awesome. You are hereby disinvited to any taco party I ever have in the future.
Cali Mexican is fine- but it represents a small part of Mexican Cuisine. I find it quite boring actually. Dare to branch out, Lena- California isn't Mecca, it's just part of the puzzle.
Also, you can be re-invited to my hypothetical taco party by apologizing to poor TexMex. What did he ever do to you?
Oh no you did not. How DARE you insult my tacos, and on your hot blog too. Lena, you should meet my friend Albert, who believes that Atlanta, Georgia has the best Mexican food in the world, trumping gay California, Texas and the motherland herself, because in Mexico apparently they don't use enough cheese.
Point is: Mexican food values operate on a sliding scale, and I'm not gonna involve myself in this xenophobic mexican cuisine sectarian violence, I'ma enjoy my hard shell tacos, and die happy, because none of us gets out of this alive.
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