I'm surprised that many of the other reviewers weren't as enthusiastic about this place as I was. I've been meaning to come here for a long time; a friend of mine eats here regularly, and she's very enthusiastic about it, saying it serves "genuine Mexican cuisine." I can't be sure about that; the last time I had "genuine Mexican cuisine" I was 10 years old, and was actually in Mexico.
Speaking about Mexico, let me babble on about an experience I had with a feral dog on the outskirts of Mexico City once...nah, on 2nd thought, I'll spare the reader, anyone who has read this far...and get on with the review. You're welcome.
I was on my once-weekly get together with my old friend...we were both tired of Italian, Thai and diner cuisine...and eventually decided on Mexican (after having a desultory conversation that recalled that old Ernest Borgnine movie "Marty"--- "Where do you wanna eat tonight?" "I dunno. Where do you wanna eat?" "I dunno..."). I always like Mexican when I have it, but I'm in no way an authority, and the only times I eat it these days tends to be when I'm helping my birth mother with her laundry, and she's treating me afterwards to lunch (she often has a yen for Mexican food). I enjoy it when I have it, but once you get past tortilla chips, tacos, burritos and quesadillas, I really don't know what I'm ordering. Which is why I usually stick to tortilla chips, tacos, burritos and quesadillas.
I've passed this place countless times over the years when heading through the Great Swamp on my way back to Basking Ridge (it's longer but much more scenic and relaxing than Rt. 287), but parking initially was a problem. Right smack dab on a traffic circle (I detest traffic circles, although given this is a semi-rural area, it didn't present too much of a problem), I finally figured out that the large gravel lot in the back of the restaurant was the parking area after nearly getting clipped by a passing car after trying to park on the side of the restaurant.
Inside, a young woman took our drink orders (water for my friend, without lemon, of course; a cola for me). I asked if we could have separate checks. The young woman looked at me, paused, and said, "No," before walking away. My friend said, "You realize she had no idea what you were asking." Obviously, English is not her 1st language. I did realize that, but it was kinda cute and charming, in its own way, and maybe an indication that that "genuine Mexican cuisine" I had heard about wasn't just a sales pitch, but actually true.
Our main server, a polite and efficient gentleman fluent in English, started us off with an appetizer of crisp tortilla chips and chunky salsa. I wanted to try something different for the main course, so I ordered a Mexican stew called Puerco Guisado. As I've mentioned in reviews that include my old friend, he can be...well, a handful for any server. He had a million questions, which the server answered patiently, and he still couldn't seem to make up his mind (I sometimes think of my friend...not unkindly...as Little Lord Fauntleroy in a middle-aged man's body). He finally did make a selection (although I can't remember now what he ordered), and we were served in a timely fashion.
I loved what I had. Marinated chunks of pork in a mole sauce, served with rice and flour tortillas (I avoided consuming the slices of green chili peppers dotting the dish, but, on 2nd thought, I don't think you're supposed to actually eat the chili slices. They're for seasoning or decoration? As I've said, I don't know much about Mexican cuisine, obviously.). I loved what I had; my friend loved his dish too.
For dessert, I ordered a dish of vanilla ice cream. My friend again vacillated, and I told him to order the Tres Leches cake, which I've had in Colombian and Mexican restaurants, and have grown to love (why didn't I order it this time? It's very rich, and given all that I had already consumed, vanilla ice cream seemed almost like "diet food" in comparison-- in some ways, I'm like that person who orders a 5-course meal, and then has a yogurt and a diet Coke for dessert and thinks they're actually still on a diet. Delusional thinking? Yes. I'm the glutton who thinks he's "dieting.").
My friend ordered the cake, soaked in sweet milk and smothered in whipped cream, and he was as enthusiastic about it as I was the first time I tried it. Service was fine, and the prices are fair.
I'm always somewhat hesitant about giving any place 5 stars based on 1 experience, but we both agreed, my old friend and myself, that this was a 5-star dining experience. Maybe we've been too "contaminated" by too much diner cuisine, but we both agreed on the excellence of what we had, and we don't always agree on too much.
Take that for what it's worth, I guess. (And we did get separate checks, by the way. Our main server had no problem with the request.)
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