Alyssa was willing to risk walking up to the hostess stand and seeing a picture of her face with a slash through it. Small club tonight, just me, Alyssa and Meghan. Neha is continuing her world travels in Spain and Amy was leaving for a conference in the morning.
Meghan and I decided to do our pre-cocktail hour at the restaurant. She had a bad day at work and went straight for the traditional margarita. I decided to be a little adventurous so I ordered the Smokey Pablo, which had cien anos reposdao (huh?), mango, chile morita and blueberry float. All that was code for a spicy mango margarita on the rocks with a taste of blueberry. I would have enjoyed it more without the blatant spices.
For our second drink, Meggie and I were intrigued by the michelada, which included a beer of your choice, lima, salsa inglesa and secrets. Yes, secrets. I assumed these were metaphorical secrets but the bartender informed us they, in fact, had a secret sauce. Apparently a michelada is a Mexican beer cocktail. They pour an ounce of Worcestershire and Tabasco sauce over beer. She gave us a taste of the “secrets” and it felt like I was drinking a steak. No thanks. I stuck with Corona Light.
Once we sat down, our waitress informed us their portions were pretty small and meant to be shared. So we each ordered a different type of taco: steak, pork and fish. We paired it with two sides of black beans and rice and fried plantains. Each of the tacos were really good but not out of this world. The pork was spicy and too much for little Megalicious. The fish were OK but I compare all my fish tacos to those at Paula’s in Fort Wayne and these didn’t hold a candle. The steak were also good but like I said, they were only a little better than the ones at Chipotle and double the price. Black beans and rice are hard to mess up but the plantains were very good. I’ll never argue with fried sweetness.
The problem with this sharing setup is they only gave you one itty bitty plate. So all your food is crowded on there and they don’t give you any larger or additional plates, weird.
The dessert menu was weird but Alyssa is obsessed with caramel so she ordered the flan. My only other experience with flan was at the Illinois Street Residence Hall dining hall at the University of Illinois, so I decided it was worth a second shot. Mistake. While the initial bite was good, all of a sudden the goat cheese alarm in my mouth went off. Again and again. I’m not sure how to make flan but I’d advise against adding goat cheese.
All in all, a good experience. I’d definitely go back to drink and risk a John Lithgow-style monologue about dancing.
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