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| - I went to Zocalo because I was craving Mexican food on a business trip in Cleveland and one of my favorite Mexican restaurants back home in Boston has the same name. There's no relation. Zocalo in Boston is good. Zocalo in Cleveland is complete crap.
I'll be honest, I have to strain to say anything nice, but I will: the chips and salsa were pretty good. Sadly, everything else went downhill from there. Actually, downhill would suggest a gradual decline...I guess free fall is more apt -- something akin to bungee-jumping off the hoover dam with a lead weight tied around your feet. It was bad. Really, really bad.
I ordered a 3-way combo of carnitas taco, chicken enchilada and beef tamale. It came with a side of refried beans and rice. I figured this would constitute pigging out, but the portions were miniscule. That's OK though, I wouldn't have wanted more. I don't think anyone in their right mind would.
The meal was consistent in the sense that everything was consistently bad -- it was all equally under-seasoned and dry. In fact, I can't honestly say the enchilada was chicken...it looked and tasted like the beef, that also looked like the pork. How is that possible? I'm not sure.
The refried beans were inedible. In fact, I would have preferred a can of 'Old El Paso' if given the choice.
The service was completely neglectful, but then, when you can't wait to get out of someplace, the wait staff can't really come fast enough to get you the check, can they?
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