When a friend told me "I found a Mexican restaurant we haaaave to try," all I could do was sigh. Growing up in the southwest and learning to cook Mexican food from my mother and grandmother has made eating "Mexican food" on the east coast painful and disappointing. I looked at the menu and found it wasn't my Sonoran Mexican food, it was Tex Mex (historically blech.)
Wow did they prove me wrong!
Chuy's competes with the rare Tex Mex places I enjoyed in Texas. Although Tex Mex is defintely not Sonoran, I was enthralled by their enchiladas, my favorite, and imo opinion the food it seems all restaurants on this coast go out of their way to destroy.
Walking in I could smell the smells of a true Mexican kitchen. The cumin, the chilis, the garlic and those subtle hints of background and the smell of fresh, homemade stuff. There have been so few places I've visited where I get that first waft and know to turn around and walk out.
On the way to our table we passed a woman making fresh flour tortillas. I could feel my heart strings, and stomach, tugged with hope. Granted, corn is the way to go for Mexican food, but Tex Mex uses flour for most of its stuff.
Oh! Their salsa, that 'welcome to our restaraunt here's your preview of what's in store for you.' It was a 'we know salsa' kind of wonderful.
I decided to be daring and ordered the #2 Elvis Presely Memorial Combo #2 (Beef Tex-Mex enchilada, cheese Ranchero enchilada, chicken Tomatillo enchilada, a seasoned ground sirloin crispy taco & homemade tostada chips dipped in chile con queso.)
Basically three different enchiladas, each with a different one of their homemade in batches each day sauces, beans, rice and a hard shell taco. This combination, quite reminiscent of the combos I used to order back home. A lot of restaurants here do enchiladas with the rice and beans, but never the taco.
My food came out and it came out and looked lovely despite the the kitchen failing to wipe down the plate for presentation, so some of the sauce was on the edges, (but really, a totally aesthetic thing, nothing that affects taste or anything, just my picture.)
Taste wise, my stomach happy and memories flooding back. Throughout I was surprised that an east coast finally had enchiladas I would return for, even if they are tex mex. The taco was a taco, definitely not taco bell, but still same theory (hardshell, meat, lettuce, tomatoes, good flavor) but nothing special.
The sides. The beans, I found a bit lacking. They were unimpressive. Although frijoles are easy to make, that also translates and the slightest things making them not right. So the imbalance between gobble me up enchiladas and take it or leave it beans was weird.
The rice, also unimpressive. Ok seasoning, but nothing special. It was also so dry it was hard to eat. Spanish/Mexican arroz should have just enough moisture to stick together a bit when eating. Eating Chuy's rice was a grain by grain affair.
The side of queso though was a fun, unexpected treat. I've never seen that as a included side. I'm not usually a fan of queso; too many bland and tasteless ones since moving here. It was nice to be wrong. That stuff disappeared like a well versed magician.
The fantastic enchiladas combined with mediocre sides made for a bit of a lopsided meal.
I had a Margarita. I was happy to see a real version. One made with real ingredients rather than that nasty Kool Aid concoction most use. I was glad to have that choice, but found the drink too sweet (too much agave, but that is personal prefernce and easily fixed by me asking them to lay off the agave.) The main thing was that there wasn't much tequilla.
Mind you, I'm a cheap date when it comes to alcohol. 1 glass of wine and I'm giggling, a shot or two of something and my anxiety melts to release the social goddess inside of me. This drink just didn't have the booze. No buzz, no giggles, nothing. I can smell and taste a half shot of vodka in 20 oz of orange juice. This, I could have just downed like it was lime-aid. It may have been who the bartender was that night, or it could just be how they are always done.
I shall have to return and order more margaritas. Of course, that would be all in the spirit of research!
The ambiance was eclectic, funky and fun. Our waiter was helpful, friendly and surprisingly attentive considering how busy it was on a Friday night. We were seated almost immediately, but it was only two of us in a slew of larger groups and families.
I'm definitely returning. There were a slew of menu items I want to give a go.
The picture of Chicken Tortilla soup alone cries 'come back!'
And of course, I must have some more of those fresh tortillas. read more