Casa Gamino, I would like to rename you Hell Torito...It makes sense now, why before my visit the only photos from the place were of their disposable place mat, their folded napkins and their Aztec calendar...never food.
I remember when I first moved to Wrong Beach, my buddy Rudy lived locally and we'd go out and hit up some local restaurants. He had told me that he had heard good things about the bar at Casa Gamino...I told him, "bro, I've been to a couple Casa Gaminos in OC, and it's no better than Don Jose's". I talked him out of it and we ended up at Mazatlan, my favorite mariscos spot...
He has since moved away, so these days I often find myself exploring the streets of Wrong Beach alone...Last night, after checking out the reviews on Yelp, I decided to give this place a chance. What was I thinking?! Is it racism or is it sound judgment that reminds you that trusting the reviews of non-Latinos on a Mexican restaurant is as cursed as asking a non-Asians about excellent Chinese food. This dilemma is how you end up at Panda Express, or in my case, Hell Torito...
So I walk in alone and immediately look for the bar. Sadly it doesn't exist, so I was seated by their hostess in a booth. I kept looking around...how is there no bar/cantina area? This is Paramount!, where the city's slogan is "We've Got Shanks & Dranks!" Classy place, huh? Oh well...I'm handed a menu and look at it with the hope that the food will help balance out my already disappointing experience. A busser brings me some chips and salsa, as I look down at the menu and see that additional chips are an additional 75c. It's not much, but be aware, since other reviews call their chips bottomless...AFAIK, the only thing bottomless at Hell Torito is the kid getting his diaper changed on at a nearby booth...
The chips were warm, but oily...the kinda chips that make you want to blot your lips and wipe your fingers after...the salsa, bland =(
Further investigation revealed that Hell Torito has some great sounding items like albondigas, cocktels, oh...and there it was, the Molcajeta Mexicana. I immediately thought of the my magic meal at Gloria's in Downey, a $12.95 molcajete (a hot, porous, volcanic rock-like bowl) stuffed with carne asada, chicken, chorizo, cactus and cheese all boiling in its own juices. That thing steamed the entire time it was on my table and literally fed me for 3 meals. With that memory in my head, I ordered the molcajete at Hell Torito...
As the table next to me talked about sex parties and peeing in the shower, I saw as they were served their meal...the guy had mole, the gal had enchiladas. It looked great! Within 10 minutes, my moclajete arrived...I immediately notice the lack of boiling juices and steam, but think, this meal is really attractive (http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/_s5N4p0TFz_6UPzJL8HHHA?select=B8Ozikc8iZBn35VyEFh_3Q) and "looks" way better than the molcajete at Gloria's. Sad, sad, sad how looks can be so deceiving...I learned the truth, as soon as I unwrapped the foil from my corn tortillas...these are not tortillas a mano...this isn't right at all! The meats only luke warm...the best thing in the molcajete was the cheese!
Served with rice, beans and sides of guacamole and a different salsa, I had hoped to rescue this meal...no luck...Sorry Rudy, even crappy Don Jose's is way better -- I should have gone to Gloria's!
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Confessions of a Pocho:
-- In the Chicano/Latino world, we have a word for Latinos that have lost their way (lost culture, language, etc)...they're called "Pochos", which literally translates to "spoiled fruit"...Really, what's worse than a once ripe & juicy fruit that has rotted to the point that a scavenger bird won't eat it? Nothing! The unspoken shame is quite similar to being ABC (American born Chinese) in the Chinese community. --
1) I don't speak a lot of Spanish, not because I don't understand it, but because I'm shy/embarrassed and do not wish to destroy someone else's precious heritage. At this restaurant, it was pretty clear that I don't speak Spanish as I'd often respond in English, but the waiter spoke to me in Spanish the entire time...this isn't a complaint, but an observation as the restaurant was filled mostly by white patrons. I had asked for extra napkins, but had to correct myself and ask for servilletas instead.
2) I realize that in Paramount, you may need to offer foods that are mild enough for area whites to eat, but there must be Mexicans eating here that have the same issues that a pocho like me does...Please, add some flavor to your food! After my experience, I have zero interest in your mole...
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