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Well, they have the
authentic Mexico smell down. If you've ever been there, you know what
I mean. It's that mildew smell that inhabits everything down there--that
earthy, moist stink. A couple OTB drunks sat at the bar at lunchtime
chatting about how bad the Mets suck. It seemed like a weird place
to hang out, given the fact the bar itself is about six feet long,
but these guys gave the impression that they were regulars. The interior
mimics the typical adobe-walled Mexican style, while the servers move
like they'd rather be anywhere else but in this faux sample of their
homeland architecture. Were they rude? It depends on what your definition
of "is" is--know what I'm sayin'? I ordered some sort of
garlic chicken special that was supposed to come with beans and rice
and something else I can't remember. When I asked for it to go, they
looked at me as if I had requested Vicente Fox's head in a styrofoam
container. After huffing and puffing, they left and kept me waiting
for quite a while before handing me a bag of stuff. I got it back
to the office, opened it up and realized that they had gypped me on
the side dishes, and had apparently filled my aluminum take out tray
with random chunks of boiled chicken in some sort of mildly viscous,
yellowy sauce. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly what I was expecting.
So I ate it. I can't say if it was the severe hunger or what, but
the stuff was actually pretty tasty. Completely devoid of adornment
and garlicky to the point of almost being too garlicky, the stuff
wasn't too bad. It wasn't pretty (which means it was authentic), and
it wasn't easy to get, but all in all I'd try it again for no other
reason than to avoid my Burritoville
yearnings for a couple weeks. [MF]
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