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| - A return stop to Mexi-Casa was beyond overdue, especially considering the bundle of poor reviews that were written since my last visit, so here I came for a to-go meal.
In all fairness, I am tempted to knock off a single star for the underseasoned ground beef that filled the tacos (Dear old Dad felt the same way), but with such a refreshing, effulgently red, cilantro-blessed salsa at hand, who really needs salt, pepper, or spices? Loaded with a blend of shredded cheeses and wrapped in velvety tortillas that could lovingly blanket infants, Mexi-Casa's tacos are as satiating as they are gratifying.
The Acapulco Burrito is obscenely humongous and therefore requires no appetizers or sides. This burrito is rough trade, hefty as a rhino, and is almost overglutted with pulled pork, rice, lettuce, cheese, and even two cuts of grilled pineapple. The gob of pulled pork was juicy, full-bodied, and was complimented by the caramelized rings of yellow citrus. The fellow manning the grill seemingly labored to fold the burrito into a neat parcel, smiling at me as he packed that soft tortilla to its limits, silently assuring me that I was in for a generous culinary treat.
It was so massive, it eventually burst! Rice and pork were scattered about the styrofoam container, but at this point, the burrito was close to a memory, and I finished the remnants eagerly with a fork.
Mom's Steak Quesadilla was another smooth, meaty, cheesy triumph. Strands of dairy product formed as I pulled each triangle away from my teeth, salsa and sour cream topping each pleasureable cut.
I genuinely (and we all know that genuineness is out of vogue in the Yelpiverse) enjoyed Mexi-Casa's food this clammy evening as much as I did the first time around, and the place was doing brisk, brisk business. What they offer is as good as any of the better Mexican restaurants in the city that I have been to, and that includes places that are unmistakably owned/operated by people of Latin descent.
Now to address some of the dumber, meaner, cheaper, more misrepresentative reviews.
I did not find the place to be "dirty" or "cramped" at all, and the decor was as offbeat, colorful, and tasteful as I recalled it to be.
They close at midnight, not 10:30.
It is a bar AND restaurant. A business can be both at once.
I don't see how Taco Bell is better than Mexi-Casa. Then again, I don't hold a grudge against the current owners and did not know the original proprietors personally.
Mexi-Casa itself states on their website that they do not make authentic Mexican food, whatever that entails. Move to Mexico if you cannot deal with that.
Not every Mexican restaurant can or has to serve corn tortillas. I do not know how that rule originated.
None of the diners I saw were eating from styrofoam plates.
*sigh*
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