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| - I strolled in early afternoon, in luck I was the only one there except for an occasional takeout customer.
Looking over the bilingual menu I knew I had found some authentic Mexican food. Surely not like Taco Bell or Chili's, who are about as far from Mexico as some politicians embracing immigrants...
When the waitress took my drink order, she was a bit confused at me asking what the difference was between the Mexicano and Americano versions of their Michelada, though was kind enough to point out the menu clearly detailed each and their respective beer choices. Mexican brews for the Mexicano, American lagers/pilsners for the Americano.
"Ah, the Cerveza?" I mused in Spanglish, laughing.
"Y Comida?" She replied.
I ordered the chimichanga with beef. She asked if I wanted red or green salsa, I said Rojo.
Though my Spanish is a bit out of practice, the lovely waitresses seemed to admire my efforts and continued to speak to me in Spanish the rest of my visit.
In awhile it came out, freshly done with fluffy Spanish rice and refried beans. Never mind the calories, this is the real deal. I can tell they dumbed down the taste for my gringo palette, though grabbed the hot sauce and salsa from my chips to kick it back up a few notches. Did the waitresses just smile, or was it something amusing on the TV? I like to think it was me.
Afterwards, the eldest of the three, who I am guessing is the mother and owner, came out to greet me, and seeing me enjoying myself had an approving nod and went back to the kitchen.
The beef was cubed and baked in a sauté, old school style. Wow, not your usual beef by any sort. There was carefully sliced avocado (not guac dip), the chimis were just the right amount of crispy texture.
Not omg the best ever meal, but good. Comfort food can be like that, it hit the spot.
The waitress in red came again by to check on me "¿todo bien?" - oh yes, it was all good. I was licking my glass and stirring up the tamarindo and spice rock which I was sure was melting away in the bottom as I kept tasting it.
I took my time and finished up my meal. "La cuenta, port favor" I asked as I went up to pay, admitting my Spanish was not so good.
She said something pleasant to me about practicing and rattled off other stuff I am not sure what it was, probably along the lines of "thank you, come again" but who knows!
Prices may be a bit more than you'd expect for some things, but then this corner location in the southern half of Desert Sky mall must come at a premium.
I will return, surely. I left there satisfied. There was a $1 surcharge for using debit but oh well, next time cash.
For a local, family run little hole in the wall place, they've done well by me.
I hear they do breakfast, have a great seafood menu, and serve up traditional agua frescas as well. Nice.
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