For some reason, I thought I was headed to a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican bistro, complete with cobweb encrusted pinatas, the inevitable formica topped tables, complete with salt and pepper shakers made of baby food jars, crudely pierced, and graced by velvet paintings of Matadores and swooning Senoritas...
Don't get me wrong, I love this kind of joint! If the food is good, everything else is bulls**t!
I guess I should have read more carefully. As I pulled up to Casa Azteca, I saw a smartly styled upscale restaurant with lovely patio seating on the outside.
Hmm!
As I entered the edifice, I was forced to shift gears mentally, because here was a restaurant that appeared to be... well... kind of elegant.
Some paintings were a bit overblown with the usual portrayals of sexy Incan and Aztec Warriors with hot maidens in all of the classic poses along with scads of pyramids in the backgrounds.
Yet, interspersed with these, were some impressionistic pieces showing more realistic looking folks in a family setting making food, with the same pyramids in the backgrounds! These were my favorites.
The really outstanding art I saw, was a huge Mayan calendar. (Or is it an Aztec one?) Alas, I am lacking in specific enough knowledge of Mezo-American history to know the difference, but it is most beautiful and impressive.
So much for digression. On to the food! This place scored points with me right out of the gate. When the chips and salsa were delivered, a nice glass of ice water was also provided at the same time.
I don't know how many times my wife and I have been seated at a Mexican venue, and after being provided with salty chips and spicy salsa, were not given a glass of ice water to slake the inevitable and powerful thirst generated by these blandishments!
Do the proprietors of so many of these "authentic" joints believe that if they deliberately don't provide refreshment via agua fria, (unless demanded by assertive patrons), they will sell more beer? Perhaps. But when treated this way, my wife and I will order beer, might not order food, and likely will not return.
No issue here! The hot, tasty chips came with a salsa pot brimming with spicy, fresh tomato based goodness. The foretaste was bursting with Mexican oregano, and included a back beat of cumin, along with the usual suspects. Citrus, salt, fresh garlic, fresh chiles etc. in flawless proportion.
I say "surprisingly", because most Mexican joints seem to avoid going too bold on specific flavors (except "hot" or not!), preferring apparently, to remain with the safety of the "herd". But these guys got some serious huevos!
I'm sure, more pedestrian palates might find this off-putting, but as a SERIOUS EATER, I love it.
I perused the menu for quite a while, and saw that their specialties were dishes featuring red sauce as well as ranchero sauce... No verde?
I'm firmly a verde sauce kind of guy, so after I had perused the menu in my perplexity for so long, my Waiter kinda forgot about me, which is the only reason these guys aren't getting 5 stars.
Since I am new to this, I don't know how to give 4.5 which is what they truly deserve.
After I got the Maitre D's attention, he dispatched my Waiter to my table to take my order. I asked tentatively about "green" or verde sauce instead of red, and he enthusiastically informed me, that although it was not listed on the menu, it was available.
WTF?
I pondered this for a moment. "Green" sauce in many Mexican joints, (Not this one! Thank goodness) often means having tasteless, canned, pea-colored slop poured over an unfortunate and unsuspecting entree.
My Server's enthusiasm seemed so palbable, I went out on a limb and ordered the Enchiladas Tradicional, one chicken, and one cheese with... God help me, "Salsa Verde". Did I mention I couldn't find green sauce anywhere on the menu?
I'm thinking by now, I had probably made a mistake. But how do I discount the waiter's obvious enthusiasm at my choice of sauce? (Could it be his favorite?) Wassup?
The platter arrived with the usual warning about imminent third degree burns if one should be so foolish enough to touch it, and I regarded the green stuff poured over two quite adequate appearing enchiladas, festooned with melted cheese, balefuly. With great trepidation, I tasted.
SKY ROCKETS! FIRST KISS! OH MY GAWD! The best green sauce I've ever tasted! The chicken actually tasted like damned chicken! The cheese enchiladas were great too. The Mexican rice is the best I've ever had, fluffy, flavorful, (Hafta modify my home recipe)
Reviewer Mark B apparently was born with insufficient taste buds to differentiate between fresh and "canned" I can attest to the rice and beans being fresh.
Peas and Love, Captain Pie Hole.
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