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Tio Wally Eats America: El Mexsal Restaurant

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Provo, Utah.

Greetings from Provo, Utah
N 40° 13.7581’ W 111° 39.7303’ Elev. 4528 ft.

Most people are familiar with cashew nuts. Some may even know of cashew butter. But it seems few know where cashews actually come from, how they grow. Fewer still may be aware that parts of the cashew tree is juiceable.

A short course (of course): Cashew nuts grow on trees. The “nut” is not a nut but a seed. The seed protrudes from the bottom of the fruit of the cashew tree, the cashew apple. The cashew apple is know by a number of names: Star apple in English, Caju in Portugeuse, Marañon in Spanish. Ripe cashew apples resemble a red bell pepper, with the kidney shaped seed hanging out of the bottom.

I had no idea about any of this until I ran across a flavor of aguas frescas I’d never heard of before. I’d gone to El Mexsal, a Mexican/Salvadorian restaurant I’d spotted previously and they had Marañon on the drink menu ($1.99). I asked the server what it was and she kept saying “cashew.” Cashew juice? How the hell do you juice a cashew nut? So I asked if I could try it.

They weren’t juicing the nuts/seeds but, rather, the fruit that produces them, the cashew apple. As it turns out cashew apples are used to make all kinds of stuff: liquor, wine, sodas, candy, syrup, jams and chutneys, preserves, etc. The ripe apples can be eaten raw or juiced, and the fruit contains over five times as much Vitamin C as an orange.

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Like many aguas frescas, the marañon was sweet and mildly tangy, with a unique flavor that, though tropical tasting, is neither perfumy nor really exotic tasting. I read where it was compared to Passion Fruit but I didn’t think it was anything like it. I wish I could describe it other than to say it’s very, very good.

I discovered on the InterTubes that marañon is available in the States in most Indian stores as well as stores specializing in Central and South American products, usually as a concentrate. I wish I’d known about marañon before because I’d have looked for it, sought it out. It’s that good.

As for El Mexsal: As you can tell by the name it’s a restaurant with a dual personality, offering a range of Mexican and Salvadoran specialties. I had a combination plate: Beef enchilada, Chile relleno and Beef tamale ($7.49). It was all very good. The tamale was fluffy and cakey the way banana-wrapped tamales tend to be. The relleno was a fresh chile in a fluffy batter, stuffed with lots of cheese. The beef enchilada was likewise quite good. Both the enchilada and the tamale were stuffed with classic desebrada, tender and succulent shredded pot roast.

El Mexsal was a great find, especially considering that it’s located in one of the whitest of the white places in America. They have great food, great service, reasonable prices and, best of all, Marañon!

And so we roll.

El Mexsal Restaurant, 325 S. Freedom Blvd., Provo, Utah

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Tio Wally Eats America: La Cocina Restaurant

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico.

Greetings from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico
N 33° 9.2892’ W 107° 14.893 Elev. 4242 ft.

I don’t usually write about bad restaurants I’ve suffered. There’s simply no reason to waste the time. But occasionally a restaurant pulls off such a spectacular FAIL that it makes it notable. Such was the case with La Cocina.

Truth or Consequences is located 42 miles north of Hatch, the self-proclaimed “Chile Capital of the World!” Green chiles are Hatch, New Mexico’s claim to fame. They hold a giant chile festival every year to celebrate them. It stood to reason, then, that some of those chiles — maybe even some recipes — could migrate as far north as Truth or Consequences to, say, a Mexican restaurant.

I had high hopes as I marched up the driveway to La Cocina. I was greeted by a billboard advertising Alaskan Brewing Company, the makers of Alaskan Amber Ale, the best beer on the planet. I thought that was a good sign even though the prices were astronomical. They also had a cool arch over the driveway adorned with silhouettes of local wildlife, from wild turkey to elk.

As I crested the hill I became somewhat apprehensive. There were only two cars in the parking lot, one of them having just arrived, and it was 12:30. But hey, maybe it’s just not a lunch place. Maybe it’s off season. Maybe ….

I went inside and the hostess said I could sit anywhere I’d like and led me into the dining room. Because the weather was nothing short of glorious, I asked if I could sit “outside” in the mini-courtyard that was open to the sky. Except for the obnoxious amount of beer advertising that seemed to hang everywhere, it was really pleasant.

To drink I ordered a water. It came with no ice and a “sippy” straw, one of those bendable things. It was a good thing it was bendable as it was too short for the glass. It still kept falling in.

I looked over the menu and thought it was all pretty standard. So I asked the waitress for a recommendation. “We sell a lot of these,” she said, pointing to the Numero 3 combination plate: “Wisconsin cheddar cheese enchilada, ground beef taco, along with one chile relleno. Garnish of shredded lettuce and diced tomatoes” ($9.99). Okay, I said. I figured, being as it was denoted as a “Signature Dish”, it must be something more than its breathtakingly run-of-the-mill description. She then asked if I wanted red or green sauce; she recommended the green. Being as it’s only a stone’s throw from Hatch, Chile Capital of the World, I went with the green.

She brought out the obligatory chips and salsa. The straight-from-the-bag chips were noteworthy only because there were so many broken pieces in the bowl. I guess I got the bottom of the bag. The salsa, however, was quite good. It was very, very thick, almost a paste, with lots of big pieces of diced jalapeños. I thought it was very tasty.

Then she brought out the plate. I was immediately struck by the fact that the relleno had no stem or tip. It was, in fact, a butterflied chile, roughly rectangular shaped. It was as if it’d been cut by a machine and then packed in a can and run through an industrial pressure cooker. Although the batter was delightfully light and fluffy, there was very little cheese to be found and the chile itself was bereft of heat, texture or flavor.

Let’s take a moment to remember two things: First, relleno is the Spanish word for “stuffed.” I don’t care if you’re a theoretical physicist, you simply can’t “stuff” a flat surface, no matter how hard you try. Secondly, Hatch, New Mexico, The Chile Capital of the World, is 42 miles away. If you can’t find a fresh pepper in Truth or Consequences to make your “Signature Dish,” something is very, very, very wrong.

Chile Relleno? Strike One.

When I ordered, the waitress asked me “Are onions okay?” Absolutely, I said. I found out why when I cut into the “Wisconsin cheddar cheese enchilada.” There was very little cheese. But there was a lot of onion. It was, essentially, an onion enchilada. Moreover, there was so little chile verde (green sauce) over both the enchilada and the relleno to be all but non-existent. So little that I couldn’t taste it. Sad.

Enchilada? Strike Two.

Mexicans don’t make tacos with ground beef. Nor do they use hard (fried) “taco shells.” They make them, usually with two warmed petite tortillas, with a lot of different fillings but ground beef is not one of them. Best I can figure, ground beef in a hard taco shell is the invention of Glen Bell, founder of that chain purveyor of authentic Mexican food called Taco Bell.

La Cocina’s taco had the rare distinction of elevating the lowly fast food taco to a whole ‘nother level. The shell was every bit worthy of the stale Taco Bell taco shells you can find at the supermarket. It was stuffed with a granular ground beef seasoned with … who knows? It had a reddish tint. Maybe it was cheap, stale paprika. It was flavorless and remarkably dry. They did lay the taco on its side, toss a few shards of cheese on it and run it under a salamander to melt it, though. Presentation is everything, right?

Taco? Strike Three.

When three strikes are accumulated in baseball the batter is out. So it should be with La Cocina should you ever visit Truth or Consequences. This food sucked. This is Mexican food only a pre-pubescent whiter-than-white kid from Mazeppa, Minnesota would like. You know those kids, the picky-assed ones who think a dash of pepper is too spicy.

And to think the Chile Capital of the World was just 42 miles away. What’s worse is the McDonald’s two doors down had something really good by comparison: Big Macs 2 for $4. It’s just sad.

And so we roll.

La Cocina Restaurant, 1 Lakeway Dr., Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

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Tio Wally Eats America: Pancho’s Mexican Food

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Junction City, Kansas.

Greetings from Junction City, Kansas
N 39° 1.6925’ W 096° 50.1447’ Elev. 1,102 ft.

It was a dark and stormy night when … actually it wasn’t stormy at all, it was just dark. And late. Early, early, early in the morning, to be precise.

I had been driving around the deserted streets of this gleaming metropolis looking for any not-a-chain eatery that might be open and, with any luck, served decent food. All the places Carmen in the Garmin could find either didn’t exist or were closed. All hope, along with the fundamental will to live, was fading rapidly aboard the SS Me So Hungry.

Then it happened: We decided to do the next best thing and see if we could find a 24-hour grocery store that wasn’t a Merchant of Death based in Bentonville, Arkansas; I won’t name the store. Up popped Kroger.

We love Kroger here on the Street Scow MSH. They have vital viddles that we try to keep stocked whenever possible: Fruit-at-the-bottom yogurt (40¢); orange-pineapple juice ($1.99); and Kroger-brand plain cake donuts ($1.50-$1.79/dozen, depending on location).

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find plain cake donuts that don’t cost an arm and a leg? Did you know that many pirates have peg legs because they had to give up a limb to pay for a plain cake donut?

Long story short, we ambled off to find the Kroger. Along the way we stumbled upon Pancho’s Mexican Restaurant, which is open 24/7.

I’m always suspicious of independent restaurants in small towns that are open 24 hours-a-day. It always seems like a cry of desperation that they’re open. Of course, I’ve been very, very, very wrong about this desperation thing before, however, and I’ve been handsomely rewarded for “taking a chance.”

So I decided to take a chance on Pancho’s. Hell, I thought, even if it sucked blue whale — they pack the largest penises on the planet, you know — it’d still be hot food. That there was nothing else open helped in the decision-making process, too.

On my first visit to Pancho’s I got Bistec Ranchero, which came with the obligatory rice and beans, along with a drink, for $7.99. For the drink I got a Jamaica (pronounced huh-My-cuh), a semi-sweet, tangy cold tea brewed from dried hibiscus flowers.

Although I thought it could’ve been meatier, the Bistec Ranchero (skirt or flank steak with onions, jalapeño peppers and tomatoes) was the best I’d ever had. I simply couldn’t believe how flavorful and spicy it was. It brought sweat to my brow and a couple of bites brought tears to my eyes. The refried beans and rice were equally good.

The next visit I got the Steak Ranchero ($8.69). Although the picture showed the meat cubed instead of sliced, I figured it’d be basically the same thing … and I’d get two fried eggs, to boot. Well, not so much.

While it was very good and the meat was remarkably tender, it didn’t pack the same punch as the Bistec Ranchero. I found this quite baffling. After all, Bistec is Spanish for “steak” and Steak is English for “steak” and they were both prepared Ranchero (“Rancher” in English) style, they ought to be kind of the same thing, right? Well, no. And I don’t know why.

Pancho’s has a condiment bar reminiscent of ones I’ve seen often in California, with four or five different salsas, including that weird, runny green stuff many burrito places call guacamole sauce (it has nothing remotely in common with guacamole). It also contains a half dozen veggies, like those awesome carrots marinated with jalapeños and onions, and sliced radishes and sliced cucumbers. At least, that’s what I bagged. Unlike chintzier places Pancho’s provides zip-lock baggies for your condimental booty, instead of relegating you to those little plastic cups that nothing fits in.

Had I known that the Steak Ranchero would be so meek I would’ve grabbed some salsa to beef it up. Unfortunately, I discovered this too late.

I will eventually solve the Spiciness of the Ranchero mystery; the same guy was cooking both times. I will develop a friendly relationship with him. I will seek definitive answers.

Ultimately I will tell the cook that J-Lam may be coming in the near future and will probably want a two-buck Mexican Cock, er, Coke®. I hope he won’t be too disappointed when, instead of a visit from an internationally recognized Puerto Rican-American bombshell, he gets a diminutive Gator fan.

And so we roll.

Pancho;s Mexican Food, 419 W. 6th Ave., Junction City, Kansas
with locations in Olathe, Topeka, Salina, Lenexa and Blue Springs, Kansas and Kansas City, Missouri

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Tio Wally Eats America: Mariscos Uruapan

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Irwindale, California.

Greetings from Irwindale, California
N 34° 06.373 W 117° 55.954 Elev. 421 ft.

I first discovered Mariscos Uruapan about nine o’clock one night some eight years ago through sheer providence. It was Christmas Eve and I wasn’t going to be able to get loaded until the day after Christmas, so I was stuck in Irwindale for the duration.

I was starving and had driven around for what seemed like an eternity looking for somewhere — anywhere — to eat. After passing scores of darkened restaurants I finally came upon a Jack In The Box that was open. Figuring it was better than starving — even the grocery stores were closed — I decided to bite the bullet and eat at Jack’s.

I pulled into the parking lot and, at the other end of the mini-strip mall, was one of those ubiquitous neon “OPEN” signs on a Mexican restaurant, with one lone car in front of it. I was sure they had simply neglected to turn off the sign. But I decided to walk over and check it out anyway.

When I pulled on the door and it opened(!) I was immediately overcome with a feeling of both elation and dread: Elated that it was open, but filled with dread because if a restaurant — a Mexican (read: Catholic) restaurant — is so desperate for business that it has to stay open on Christmas Eve it’s probably not a good omen. I went in anyway. It was this or Jack’s, a fairly easy choice.

As I looked at the book-like menu I was amazed at the range of things they offered. Still, I had it in my head that no matter what I ordered it was going to suck. So I decided to go for broke and ordered the first thing listed under the Pescado (fish) section in the menu because it looked so interesting, the Filete Uruapan (now $14.59).

When they brought out the chips and salsa, I started to feel a little better. You see, I have this theory that you can actually judge the quality of a Mexican restaurant’s food by the quality of its salsa, and Mariscos Uruapan’s salsa is outstanding.

When the Filete Uruapan arrived it appeared to be a plate of melted cheese atop some sort of green sauce, accompanied by refried beans and white rice with corn in it. As it turned out, the fish fillet was hidden beneath all the sauce and cheese. I swear that when I took the first bite my heart skipped a beat and I was instantly thrust into a state of pure ecstasy. It was indescribably exquisite. Absolutely bone-rattling orgasmic. Never had I seen or tasted anything like it anywhere before … nor have I since. The only fish most Mexican restaurants offer is either in the form of (usually fried) fish tacos or as a Vera Cruz (tomato, onion and bell pepper) treatment.

The Filete Uruapan is described in the menu as “Red Snapper fillet slowly simmered in our special salsa with chile pasilla & onions, then crusted over with melted cheese.” The fish is incredibly moist and tender with a slight crust on the outside. It’s bathed in a delicious, creamy green salsa (salsa is the Spanish word for “sauce”) that is superbly flavorful, with both a bit of a bite and a mild heat. This dish is so heavenly that I think I could eat it every other day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of it. It is just that awesome.

But it gets better.

The meal is served with three homemade corn tortillas. If you’ve never had homemade corn tortillas there really isn’t any way to describe how different they are from factory-made variety. They’re thicker and fluffier and, hot off the griddle, have a sort of charred flavor that is impossible to replicate with industrial-grade tortillas. And to make it all that much better, the tortillas are made with white maize. They are, in my opinion, the South-of-the-Border equivalent of well-made corn bread, a true soul food.

I also got an Agua Fresca called Jamaica (pronounced huh-MY-cuh) to drink ($2.75). It’s a curious drink, a tea brewed from dried hibiscus flowers. It looks like a pale red fruit punch that is both sweet and tart simultaneously, much like cranberry juice. Tasty stuff.

A real curiosity at Mariscos Uruapan is a soup. Not the Caldos that they offer — they’re all great, by the way — but rather a soup they serve off and on complimentarily. I call it: The Phantom Soup.

It’s a tomato-based delight, with chunks of carrot, small slices of zucchini squash (I think) and vermicelli. I’ve yet to figure out how the soup figures in. It’s not on the menu, nor is it included as part of any meal. The cup of soup just kind of appears without rhyme or apparent reason. Moreover it doesn’t seem to matter what time of day it is. I’ve had it served with breakfast, lunch and dinner. Conversely, I’ve had it not served during those same meals. It’s baffling. I thought of asking about it once but didn’t want to disturb the essence of one of life’s great, tasty mysteries. It’s a truly wonderful soup and the inexplicable nature of its appearances just makes it that much better.

Mariscos Uruapan offers some great, reasonably priced breakfast and lunch specials. Though they’ve raised the prices over the years they still have the best breakfast deal on the planet: Huevos con Nopales (scrambled eggs and nopal cactus) with rice, beans and tortillas for $2.99. They also have many great lunch specials. Even though I was stuffed I ordered a chile relleno and chicken enchilada lunch special ($7.99) to go for dinner. Like everything else they make, both the rellenos and generously stuffed enchiladas are excellent.

I should forewarn that it can get very loud in Mariscos Uruapan. It’s a stop on the L.A. Mariachi circuit; they also have a bunch of TeeBees tuned to all of the stations Latinos adore, mostly soccer and baseball. It’s also important to understand that, in this case, Mariachis more accurately denotes the type of itinerant musicians who play for tips rather than the style of music. More often than not they are (to me) guys that can’t play real well but are very adept at playing really freakin’ loud.

But one day I was there and two guys that looked like father and son showed up playing acoustic guitars, singing unearthly, angelic harmony. They went table to table playing traditional Mexican folk music. When they got to me I requested “Dos Arboritos”, a love song ostensibly about “two little trees.” They didn’t know it. I was kind of bummed. But their music was so great, so honest, soulful and delightful, and I was so grateful that I was blessed to hear them, I tipped them $10 just for existing. Money well spent.

I would’ve liked to have taken pictures of Mariscos Uruapan’s actual menus rather than the to-go menu (with outdated prices) but the hostess forbade me. “You’ll have to ask the owner,” she said. “He’ll be back later.” She then proceeded to give me the stink-eye lest I furtively photograph the menus.

I’ve met the owner a few times before. He’s a nice guy who no doubt would’ve happily let me take all the pictures I wanted. Unfortunately he didn’t show up before I left. But more than getting pictures of the menus I would like to know about the name of the restaurant. You see, mariscos is Spanish for “seafoods.” Uruapan, however, is the name of a landlocked city in west-central Mexico, in the state of Michoacán, located well over 125 arduous miles from the Pacific Ocean. Moreover, it’s located slightly above sea level, at 5,310 feet. It’s no surprise then that Uruapan, Michoacán — like Denver, Colorado — is not really known as a hotbed of seafood cuisine. It is world famous however for the Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary nearby. I’m sure there is a simple explanation, probably something dull, most likely that Uruapan is his hometown.

Despite the somewhat oxymoronic nature of its name, Mariscos Uruapan is without a doubt the best Mexican restaurant I’ve ever eaten at, and I’ve been to many. They have an incredibly extensive menu that runs the gamut from standard Mexican fare to highly unique, specialized dishes that you’re not likely to see anywhere else. That said, if you’re ever in the greater Los Angeles area this place is well worth the drive. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed regardless of what you order.

And so we roll.

Mariscos Uruapan Mexican Seafood Bar & Grill, 16034 Arrow Hwy., Irwindale, California

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Tio Wally Eats America: La Fiesta Nixa

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Nixa, Missouri.

Greetings from Nixa, Missouri
GPS 37.043198,-93.305648 Elev. 1308 ft.

I was wanting Mexican food, good Mexican food. Unfortunately it’s nearly impossible to find anything decent in that vein hereabouts. It was truly my good fortune then that we tried a small restaurant I’d spotted tucked away in the corner of a puny, nondescript strip mall located just off Highway 160, called La Fiesta Nixa.

Although most of its menu is standard Mexican fare, I noticed an anomaly tucked under “Specialty Dinners” and ended up having a real treat, one that I thought I’d never seen before: Lomito Saltado.

(As I was writing this I remembered seeing something similar on plates served at the Fina Estampa, a Peruvian restaurant located across Van Ness Avenue from the now-razed Jack Tar Hotel in San Francisco. But those dishes were laden with pre-fab French fries; I hate pre-fab fries! As a result, I didn’t order it.)

Lomito Saltado is described in La Fiesta’s menu as “A delicious Peruvian dish of beef steak, cooked with tomatoes, onions and fried potatoes, served with white rice and beans.” Because I wanted it picante (spicy) they added jalapeños to the mix.

The website Cuzco Eats describes it thusly: “… a cross-cultural marriage of a beef stir fry with indigenous, Peruvian potatoes …. Translated literally, the name seems to mean “jumped loin” or loin made to jump about.”
A beef, tomato, onion and jalapeño combination is very common in Mexican/Latin cuisine, often served as fajitas or with a Ranchero sauce or somesuch. What makes Lomo (or Lomito) Saltado so different is that, in addition to the (real, not pre-fab) potatoes, is that it wasn’t saucy. Moreover, it was seasoned very simply with salt and pepper, a bit of white vinegar, a dash of soy sauce and (I think) a squeeze of lime.

When my Lomito Saltado ($9.99) arrived it didn’t come quite as advertised. It was served with regular Spanish rice (rather than white) and a simple salad of lettuce, tomato and avocado, dressed with lime juice (rather than beans). I would’ve complained except I love lime juice (along with a dash of salt) on salad. And, what the hell, maybe they were out of white rice. Thankfully, it also contained realâ„¢ potatoes that, judging by the preparation time, were pre-cooked; I thought they were probably boiled and, blessedly, not French fried.

Needless to say, it was really tasty, truly a treat. The hint of vinegar gave the meat sort of tanginess that was quite wonderful. So good was it, in fact, that I let the Duke taste the leftovers. “Hmm,” he said, then promptly nuked it with some Rooster sauce and ate all my freakin’ food. Bastard!

My companion ordered her tried-and-true standby: A cheese enhilada with queso (cheese) sauce and beef taco combination, served with rice and beans ($6.99). I didn’t taste them but, being as she’s pretty damn finicky about stuff, she had no complaints. On the contrary, after we’d already wolfed down a basket of warm corn tortilla chips and a small carafe of La Fiesta’s great salsa, she still ate well-over half of her meal.

In all, it was a pretty good meal. Still it wasn’t a Mariscos Uruapan, easily the best Mexican restaurant I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. (Hint: Get the Filete Uruapan.) Then again, La Fiesta Nixa was 1600 miles closer.

And so we roll.

La Fiesta Nixa, 562 W. Mount Vernon, Nixa, Missouri

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On the Border Mexican Grill and Cantina (Orlando International Airport)

My flight back to NY got delayed, so time to get drunk at the Orlando International Airport. Then I got hungry and ate at On the Border. I’ve never eaten at one. The prices were pretty decent for airport food. I created my own combo pick three for $11.99. I got the beef taco, chicken enchilada and beef enchilada. It came with complimentary chips and salsa. Not bad for chain airport food, but not really good either. It was a decent deal though to kill the time.

http://www.ontheborder.com/

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Pedro’s II (East Williamsburg)

There’s a new restaurant where the short-lived Alien Cafe used to be right off the Grand St L stop –Pedro’s II Dumbo …but in East Williamsburg. Dang, this is that Mexican restaurant in Dumbo that sticks out like it’s the only restaurant in the area, at least back in the day from my memory of walking around Dumbo off the York stop.

I remember eating here in Dumbo with an old girlfriend and her friends. A live DVD of Shakira was playing on the TV and my girlfriend was making fun of her. I don’t know why, but I got really upset. I remember talking to my friend later that night about how I feel like breaking up with her because of that. I didn’t realize Shakira was such a touchy subject in my life. I actually don’t know much about her. But now you know not to bad-mouth Shakira in front of me.

Anyway, I stopped into this new Pedro’s in Williamsburg for brunch. I wanted some Mexican breakfast. I saw the sign outside for the Huevos Rancheros with Mimosa for $11 and ordered that. It’s actually about the same price any time of the day for that combo. If I knew that, I’d probably try a burrito or tortas, since that sounded heartier for the price.

No regrets though. Although, the Huevos Ranchos looked a little skimpy on the plate. I couldn’t tell there was a corn tortilla underneath that fried egg. But mixed all together with the beans and the hot sauce in the small Corona bottle, it tasted pretty good. I enjoyed it. Mimosa was tasty!

I’d come back again. Probably for the Happy Hour $3 beer (4-8pm). The waitress was nice. They had college basketball on TV. No Shakira.

Pedro’s II – 812 Grand St (btwn Bushwick Ave & Humboldt) Brooklyn, NY 11211

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El Comal Deli and Grill

I got a comment here the other day from Evan:

Hey. You need to go to El Comal on Orient and Metropolitan. Seriously. Amazing. Mexican Food cooked to order in the back. So cheap. Also, they need our business. I don’t want them to go away. Been there two months and I don’t see a lot of people. We need more food in the Orient, maspeth, olive triangle. Support the hood! Get people going there.

I’ve seen this place. I thought it was just a regular bodega. It was shortly a 99cent store pretty recently.

I told Todd about this and he went there yesterday. He confirmed that the tacos are good.

I went here today with Rusty and Dave Dondero. The bodega is large. Spacious, but not a whole lot of products. They have steam tray tables meant for some kind of buffet, but they are empty. There’s a shelf of tortilla shells, cheese, salsas and raw meat you can buy to make tacos at home. And then the grill is in the back.

They make all sorts of things, Mexican food (tacos, enchiladas, sopes, tortas) to breakfasts platters and sandwiches.

I ordered three tacos for myself ($2.50 each). I got a carne asada (beef), carnitas (pork) and lengua (tongue). They all came out looking the same, but did taste different. I think what was the carne asada was the best. But all really good. Very authentic Mexican style tacos.

If only this place sold beer and stayed open later. I’ll be back.

El Comal Deli and Grill – 817 Metropolitan (between Bushwick Ave/Woodpoint and Orient), Brooklyn NY 11121