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| - First and foremost, come here for the eats. When one walks in to this fine little hidden gem amongst the rough of lower Plateau they are immediately confronted with a comfortable and relaxed décor, some punk music jamming on the stereo (as was the case tonight), and plenty of happy patrons enjoying delicious grub.
I tried all of the different tacos (chicken, ribs, porc, portobello, "red-fish") and was happily surprised at all the results. Everything was delicious and the waiter brought out some home-made tabasco and habanero sauces which were very much appreciated.
As far as the drinks go...not my cup of tequila. Don't get me wrong, the bar offers great options as far as unadulterated beverages (tequila, gentlemen jack, etc.) but the Micalada (not too certain on that pronoun nor its spelling) which is essentially a caesar with beer in lieu of vodka and mexican soy sauce and worcestershire in lieu of clamato (not really like a caesar...) was an underwhelming and underboozy beverage for my taste. I attempted to order a pitcher of margarita (hey, I'm from California) and was informed that it would a) cost $50 and b) be worth it. Overall, a) it did but b) it definitely was not. I don't know about you other yelpers, but when I drink a margarita i expect to taste tequila. If I wanted to drink candy, I could go drink at any crappy bar on the lower main. If I wanted to pay an insane amount of money for said candy beverage, I could ask some idiot first-year from McGill where Candy Bar is.
In any case, I can get a nice little drink at Else's down the street, and head over to Icehouse for a delicious little snack. After yoga at Moksha, of course.
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