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Quality on a sober scale,
it rates no higher than your average Chevy's.
To all of you out there who haven't had chain Mexican before, this
is hardly a compliment. It's not to say that places like these don't
have their place on the culinary scale somewhere with Tequillaville
and Burritoville
and other mass-produced Mexican grub, but when a sole proprietorship
tastes the same as a corporate entity, you know that ain't good. Unlike
these chains, though, Festival Mexicano has all of the sloppiness
of a family-owned joint (the chains tend to at least present their
meals in an orderly way), with the watery beans and thrown together
plate, but none of the flavor and richness that you'd hope to get
with authentic Mexican food. Everything just tasted like it had been
sitting for too long in a steam bath. Well, at least the surroundings
felt authentic-ish in a sad kind of way. Regardless, I was three sheets
to the wind and doing fine, but if even my destroyed taste buds could
discern that my meal wasn't passing the taste test, you'd wonder what
the hell a normal citizen would think. I did, of course, clean my
plate like a good drunk anyway. [MF]
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