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| - Jose Ole purports to be "the Real Mexican Food." For the most part, I'd call it REAL quotidian. I apologize for not feeling JOMG (what an internet acronym!) like others are, but their food just didn't inspire me much.
I'm looking at their takeout menu as I write this, and it reads very much like El Paso's in Beaver Falls, suspiciously I might add.
I mean, even the food was very similar. Are we dealing with a chain that is trying to hide the fact that it is a chain? Who knows?
The salsa was only mildly spicy, tasted as if it had come from a jar, and was served in a carafe, JUST like El Paso Mexican Grill.
Now the guacamole wasn't bad and was admirably buttery, but it had the consistency of baby food, EXACTLY like EPMG's. I may not be an expert on Mexican cuisine, but I know that I prefer my guac to be chunky and fresh. This was neither.
The chips were great, however. Cornmeal-dusted and newly fried, they were just fine sans anything to dip them in.
The highlight of the meal: My entree, the Burrito Durango, the Omega of all the burritos on JOMG's bill of fare. A mammoth, foot long (no shit!) thunderbeast of a burrito, it was stuffed with a laundry list of items that included beans, rice, bell peppers, tomatoes, onions, chicken, shrimp, and beef strips. For overkill, this chupacabra de la cocina is then slathered in a tomatillo coulis, a melted white cheese that I couldn't quite identify, and red pepper flakes. The tortilla was a luxurious blanket fit for an infant king. A mad, decadent queen would bathe in the cheese, which I longed to have a crock full of for chip-dunking purposes. The proteins were all superbly cooked, but the shrimp was especially well-grilled and caramelized. The Durango is one steamin' mutha of a burrito that saved lunch for me.
Even the desserts were the same as those offered at EPMG. Hmmmm. Hell, they even had the very same vending machines!
Moment of cuteness: One of the young, elementary school-aged daughters served us our beverages when we sat down, went back to her laptop, downloaded "We Will Rock You," and then sang along to it with another little girl at her side. Thankfully it wasn't Justin Bieber.
Unfortunately, she was the most personal employee in the house. The gentleman that served us during the bulk of our meal was curt, cold, and seemed to want all patrons out of the restaurant as soon as possible. He made zero eye contact with us the entire time, almost slid our entree plates onto our tables as he mumbled under his breath that they were too hot to touch, and didn't even ask us if we wanted dessert. Bad day? Did I give off a bad vibe? I couldn't tell ya. We were planning on going to Cold Stone afterwards anyway, so ay nimodos...
P.S. We found the restaurant with no distress thanks to the review put up by Todd S. Set your GPS for Buca Di Beppo's address. JOMG is right across the road in a shopping center. Now that's IF you want to go there, and I can't say completely recommend them. If it wasn't for the burrito, I'd have given JOMG a 2.
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