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| - Lend me your eyes for just a tick, while I inject your imagination with wonders of complete Hindenburg-esque failure and killer flame-eyed unicorns. Because those visions have been in my dreams ever since visiting this lamentable establishment.
My soul mate and I happened upon this place over the weekend. I recalled coming here over 10 years ago to her, regaling her mind with high hopes of fine pseudo-Mexican dining and drunken margarita fun time. Unfortunately the equivalent of the destruction of Pompeii occurred over this time span, that of which El Meson unequivocally turned me into a lying fool right in front of the eyes and ears of my adorable sweetheart. Suffice to say, she doesn't look at me the same again, and I have you to blame, El Meson.
Let's get down to brass tacks. We ordered a pitcher of margarita, original flavor. What evidently came to us was the ectoplasmic defecation of one Slimer from Ghostbusters. It happened to be way too sweet and odd tasting for both of our tastes, but the alcohol was in there. Slimer was indeed a good boozer, as I recall.
I ordered combo 18: chalupa, enchilada, chile relleno. My baby ordered combo 31: chili relleno, chicken enchilada, beef burrito, rice and refried beans.
OK the food was bad, I'll just get to that point now. Let's just say this place could give Taco Bell a run for it's money as far as the speed in which food comes out; it's almost like they had these plates already prepared before we even got there!! I am well versed in quantum mechanics and parallel universes, and even I cannot explain this phenomenon! Good luck to those that try though, I have a $25,000 bounty for this specific problem at Clay Mathematics Institute.
The chile relleno contained no chile peppers at all. In fact, they may have just threw the stuffing in said "stuffed pepper" on the plate and called it a day! The enchilada's were barely serviceable, and the chalupa was basically a flat corn tortilla with beans and old vegetables on top. Definitely not even close to a traditional chalupa, and definitely not even close to a Taco Bell chalupa! I'm sorry El Meson, your food innovation skills need refinement. I will send you a picture of my derriere as an example of proper refinement, if you so desire.
The service at El Meson.....meh, I can't complain. Our server spoke basic serviceable english, and he gave us everything we asked for, even though nearly all of it was a mistake on our part. Sometimes karma punches you in the face when you least expect it....yes I wholeheartedly regret wearing those buttless chaps to Sears the other day; THANK YOU world for a solid revenge on my conscience with El Meson!
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