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| - Parma Mexican. Pretty much says it all. I've had better Mexican at a mall. Okay, maybe not, but it was damn close. My wife and I ordered two of their margaritas, which are quite large (and $8.50 apiece). I couldn't even drink mine. You know those urinal cakes that used to be popular in places like bowling alleys in the 70's? It tasted like that smell. The lowest garbage mixer off the shelf and...well, my wife drank about a third of hers and said there wasn't even a whiff of alcohol, so I won't say anything about the low grade tequila; I figure there wasn't any.
I ordered the shrimp quesadilla. That is, once our group finally got the chance to order, which was quite a while (weeknight, not many people there). Once the food came (and it was fairly quick), a bunch of waitrons arrived and started shouting the names of entrees at our group in ridiculously heavy accented English, which none of us could understand. So, much shouting over and over ensued, with the wait staff getting more and more basic with their descriptions until someone claimed a dish. And hey, I'm not dissing people who speak English as a second language here, but if you're not gonna remember who ordered what, you're gonna have to speak a little slowly if you want the customers to help you figure things out.
My order came and looked pretty good, except, well, it wasn't a quesadilla. It was a shrimp stir fry with a tiny bit of cheese laying in a folded over burrito shell. There was no way to eat it other than just flip up the limp burrito shell and eat the inside with a fork. Which might have been fine, had it had any flavor. Thinking maybe it was me, I forked a mouthful of shrimp, onion and green pepper into my wife's mouth and watched as her eyes got big. "No flavor!" she agreed. How do you REMOVE the flavor from shrimp, onion and green peppers?!? The shrimp seemed like it was cooked well...it just tasted like...nothing.
My wife got a mole dish and said it was just okay. I asked the waiter to remove my untouched-except-for-one-small-pull-on-the-straw margarita from the bill and told him it was the worst margarita I'd ever tasted. He acted like I'd just told him I was the Pope.
So...food: awful. Service...substandard. Prices...not bad for the food (except the food sucked, so what's that worth?), but the liquor was ridiculous. There are lots of better Mexican places on the west side of Cleveland.
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