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| - Weekday lunch-time with a crowd of perhaps six other diners....there's usually a reason for a lot of empty seats in a restaurant at meal-time and it usually isn't something from which the diner will benefit.
Let's start with the good stuff.
Service, chips and salsa, prices and promptness were all perfectly fine.
Long lines, no chips or salsa, relatively high prices and obnoxious treatment at the hands of the chef.&/or help can all be overlooked if the food is good enough, (remember Seinfeld's "soup Nazi"? But what does one have when the food just ain't up to par?
Based upon other reviews I've read, a lot of people seem to love the food here; for both me and my wife....not so much.
We both got combination plates, mine had a beef burrito, tamale, and quesadilla.
Sounds like a lot doesn't it?......not so much!
The tamale is THE dish by which a Mexican restaurant can usually be judged without anything else touching one's fork. Making a good one is no mean task. I tried once and after hours of work, tossed the result in the garbage.
Given a choice of the ones I tossed versus the one I was served here, I would pick mine without so much as a moment's hesitation!
Again, the ones I made were terrible, but these folks served me the equivalent of a wet oblong corn meal muffin without the sweetness, the caramelized edges and the pleasant consistency that typically accompany the muffin. Just a sodden clay-like culinary error.
After the first bite, I found myself picking the leaden crust off of the half-ounce or so of chicken or pork inside, (dunno which) and was rewarded by a small, single flavorless bite of flesh of unknown origin. The minute amount of sauce that accompanied it did little to dress up that component of the meal as it had been sopped up en toto by the nasty cornmeal wrapping.
The quesadilla was the standard flour tortilla filled with a modest amount of queso, (the world's mildest cheese), grilled sans seasoning, so not exactly an express trip to Flavortown, and lastly the burrito was dressed in a flour taco-sized shell, (shelf your expectations that the size will even APPROACH the size of a Taco Bell burrito of any variety.) Happily, the meal did not have rice or beans as an accompaniment, as these components seem to lack any discernible flavor beyond that of....well beans and rice, regardless of where they are served. Kinda the Mexican equivalent of un-buttered store-bought white bread.
My wife had the beef enchilada and beef burrito with... drum roll please...beans and rice.
Let's assume the beans and rice tasted like unadorned beans and rice, she was about as thrilled with the major two components of her entrée as me.
I'm thinking the key to enjoying one's meal here has a lot to do with the margarita &/or beer specials they have and not so much with the food.
If you aren't drinking on a particular day when Mexican food comes to mind, Medina has a Tres Potrillos across from the Buehler's on Rte 18. Hands down a better choice for decent Mexican food and only a mile or two away from these folks.
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