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| - Better food writers and chefs than I have often said that the hallmark of a great restaurant is consistency.
Anthony Bourdain himself argues that restaurant food is less art than craft; meticulously reproduced plate to plate, visit to visit, month to month.
I imagine it's a tough feat to accomplish. Restaurants pay poorly. Tastes change. Staff come and go. Longevity and quality are tall orders.
So I wonder whether I caught the wrong end of the King's Tacos curve.
But first, some context: a few weeks ago, I took my wife out for dinner at KT to celebrate her new job. We both love Mexican food, authentic or not. I'd read great things about this place, and as I review this they still sit above 4 stars on yelp.
I understand that they moved a little while ago, taking over a former Burger King on St. Clair West, just past Dufferin Street. It's not the prettiest commercial strip, but that's never discouraged us.
The restaurant itself was half-full around 7:30 on a Saturday night, but hard tile floors and bare walls made noise reverberate like we were in da club. We were seated immediately, and offered a small bowl of fresh chips and a trio of hot salsas ranging from polite sting to full bowel evacuation.
I mostly opted for the middle-a creamy green with just enough heat to keep me interested; an errant dip into the bowel evacuator while I was pitching woo to my sweetheart was an unforced error. I still ate the chip, to my eternal regret.
Service was polite but distant and unhurried; we had to call random servers over for cutlery, and napkins, and water, and order-taking, and payment...they did bring the food without our specific request, though.
Sadness: we attempted to order quacamole to share, but were advised that there was insufficient avocado to mash us up some. There was enough avocado to place inside or mains, so I guess they were rationing the few precious fruits granted them by the corrupt Gobernador. If only I had thought to call Zorro for relief.
Mains could be summarized as follows: If the left one don't get you, the right one will. My wife ordered a chicken quesadilla. She got a cartilage quesadilla. It went back after a few unexpectedly crunchy bites, replaced by a vegetarian version which was tasty, but something one can make easily enough at home. I ordered enchiladas smothered in more of that green salsa. Mercifully they were free of cartilage. Less mercifully they revisited me throughout the night, seeking egress by any means necessary (I puked. A lot).
I would never claim authoritatively that I got sick at a given restaurant, but I have small children and thus do not eat during the day, so the list of potential culprits is pretty much dinner or a nature valley lunch box granola bar.
I award King's Tacos two stars because poor service, problematic food and possible sickness aside it was still a night out with the girl I love.
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