Oh come on, you can just look at the photo of this Mexican spot and start to feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise. What have we gotten ourselves into? We have our chips on the table, with, well, that's not hot sauce, it's just red, and a double helping of mayo. Yeah, mayo, that's what we want with tortilla chips.
Passable Micheladas. Lacking, not surprisingly, in spice, but my lunch companion keeps tabasco sauce in his backpack for just such emergencies. A few dashes more and it's actually not bad.
An order of Quesadillas Gringas. I've had better, I've had worse. Stuffed with cerdo al pastor, the classic pork and pineapple combo, smothered in cheese. A combo, by the way, of a flour tortilla, pork, pineapple, and cheese, that the same people who object to those same four ingredients in pizza form, Hawaiian, have zero problem eating.
And, beef Fajitas, that's a whole lot of sauteed beef, onions, and peppers, kind of a mess. But the flavor's okay. Again, like the drinks and the quesadillas, it's passable. It's just not enticing. Oh, watery guacamole on both plates. Thank goodness we didn't order a bowl of that with chips. I can't find our bill, but none of it was particularly pricey, I think the quesadillas were something like 250 pesos and the fajitas maybe 350. They do have an eponymous offering of five different mezcals by the shot, which is five more than I've seen on any other bar here in town (then again, I haven't made a habit of looking, so maybe it's not as hard to get anymore). Overall, no regrets, but no planned returns. read more