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| - While writing this review I have encountering feelings: In one hand, this place was used by my husband 2 years ago in order to remember the Mexican flavors he enjoyed while we were together in Mexico (he told me he biked to eat at "tacos el Asador" almost every week because he missed Mexico...)
He ate Birria everytime he went.
Birria is a really fulfilling stew&soup, 100% comfort-food when is made with love. I dare to say that it is an alternative to the "healing" properties adjudicated to the chicken
soups, because it makes you feel less decrepit when you are: hang over, suffering the flue, starving (they give you tortillas and it is suppose to have so much tender goat meat floating, that you can make tacos out of the straight plate of soup...)
Going back to the joint, I love hanging out in there... It really feels like home. So the ambiance is really authentical, and they have beer... And they even had the gem of the beers this summer: modelo especial!!!
I feel bad giving a bad rating because we have been there many times, and I see they have a nice multicultural supporting clientele. They are really busy for been a small joint and it seemed that they are popular with the food to go.
This is a wake up call for this establishment.
Every customer and everyday counts. If the product is not ready to serve, use diplomacy; apologize, and offer another option that makes your kitchen and effort proud. Keep and treasure the trust people has on you, otherwise they won't recommend you.
We went there before they even opened and there was a couple with a stroller waiting outside because they wanted to brunch in there. We went to the park and ate a 3 dls korean empanada while wating for the birria...
Once we went back to 'tacos el asador' almost all the tables were taken, just one empty bench waiting for us... I was salivating for the meal we waited for... 20 min and no birria in our table, lots of to go food, lots of calling no our names, and when the birrias finally arrived, OMG. I started to play with the spoon to cool the birria down, but I caught a horrible circle of bones, meat, and everything together piece of meat... A second one... Ohhh... it looked horrible and I wanted to take a picture, but I forgot my phone in the car, and Mateo was too kind to suggest to try the soup first.
As usual, my husband (thinking he is more Mexican than me) put two spoons of sauce before even tasting the soup. When I tried it: just water, no flavor at all, no condiments, no salt, no dedication, no love, just raw onion and cilantro floating in the most disappointing soup I have ever tried. When my husband tried the birria, his opinion of the place also changed, and we decided to just go and leave the place behind to never go back.
I went out and my husband payed 20 dls for those bowls of water. He said one of the crew asked: "you didn't liked it? Cuz is the same soup"... Yes sure... Hasta la vista and to my black list.
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