Well, with the Green Bay Packers losing at a spectacular rate today a friend and I bailed on the game and went out for something to eat. We stopped at this Mexican restaurant in the heart of the Hispanic part of town (go figure) and had a great meal. Some of the guys on my buddy's contracting crew, all Mexican, recommended the place so we had to check it out because they were raving about it. What I loved most was that it was as close to authentic Mexican fare as you're gonna find in this town. No pinatas or cutesy drink specials, just lots of carne cooked right!
The place was packed and we were the only anglos in the there, a good sign of authenticity if ever there was one. Since just about every table had the "Parillada" on it we went for that. It was this little griddle plate that had a tray of grilled meat on it -- beef ribs, flank steak, chorizo, etc. The tortillas were homemade and the whole meal rocked. We ate like Aztec kings I tell you!
Now I fear that everyone will discover the place and, like always, they will ruin it.
(Of course there's that game that happens when my buddy or I find a good place to eat and bring other friends there then they turn around and act like
they discovered it.
) At any rate, until the gringos ruin it it will be happy eating for me!