Wifey and I stumbled across this place on our way home from Hemet late night. I know, sounds shady right? Anyway, we needed a spot that was still open, and yelped the burger spot next door. When Wifey spotted this place, she said "sorry" and veered into this place instead. I told her not to be, I was down for some Albertacos too. We parked next to some Vatos smoking a joint. Got out, and told them it smelled good, and that I was jealous because I can't partake. "Orale!" they responded and continued to puff as I grabbed my Wife's hand and proceeded inside.
Walked in the spot, checked out the menu and ordered some grub, a soda, and a Horchata.
Went the bathroom and washed my hands in one of the grimiest, smelliest, non-functional bathrooms I've seen recently. Like how the urinal is damn near under the sink. Weird. Place smelled like the inside of a Sumo Wrestlers belly-button. Horrible.
Came back to our table and our food number was already called, so I retrieved our tray. Picked up some hot sauce and napkins (must have here) on the way to our table.
So my Wife and I ordered Carne Asada Nachos to share. The Nachos here are legit. Plenty of meat, MAD sour cream, MAD guacamole, grips of cheese. No joke we went hog on these Nachos. Nothing to special as far as taste, it was the quantity of key ingredients on these chips that made it so good. We ran out of chips before we ran out of sour cream & guac. BOMB.
My Wife also got a couple of Crispy Chicken Tacos. She said they were pretty good, and had that bomb Chicken Taco Dorado texture that was crispy, but greasy enough to soak some of the shell and make the taco soft in the middle.
I had a Carnitas Taco, and was surprised at not only the sheer size of the Taco, but the bigger chunks and morsels of the carnitas. This isn't shredded carnitas, this is carnitas fried-pork chunks. I dont discriminate, all types of carnitas are welcome in my book. They were really tasty, and well seasoned. A tad crispy, but tender, not juicy, in the middle. Good Taco.
I also ordered a Chicken Tostada. This is a massive Tostada. A mound of beans, lettuce, cheese, and chunks of chicken sitting in a little puddle of enchilada sauce. Its so big and messy, its hard to eat without getting food all over your face. I liked it very much, but I think that next time I come here I will just get a plain bean tostada. All that chicken made it a bit too much food to load onto a single tostada shell.
The Horchata was really good. A little more cinnamon that usual, which was a good thing.
We stuffed ourselves, then went to get refills before we left. While doing so, some drunk Brother started chatting me up, trying to be friendly, and started telling me a joke he couldn't finish. Seriously, he started over three times and ended with two different punchlines. I listened for a minute, but I had to roll. Reeking of booze, he started following us outside, and when he approached us again, he asked for a buck. I don't usually, but he was being cool so I floated him a couple I had in my cell-phone pocket. He told me to remember him and his joke. (super-faded) Well, it worked because here I am talking about him.
Then we boned out. read more