Hot Dish Review

The storms had passed, the sun was out….put me in the mood for a shot of tequila and some Mexican food!

LC and I met at Uncle Julio’s for a late lunch. We started with shots of Herradura Silver, shaken, with lime and salt. It’s my standard. Two margaritas to chase, plus chips, salsa, and guacamole….the ingredients for a fun Summer afternoon!

Uncle Julio’s chips are my favorite. They are extremely thin, so thin in fact, that they break when you are dipping them into anything. Whatever, I still think they are the best.

Salsa at Uncle Julio’s is very smoky with a little heat. I like it. Their guacamole is like mine, but with less cilantro and no jalapeno. We had a hankerin’ for heat so we got an order of grilled jalapenos on the side. Although I love cheese dip I never order it at Uncle Julio’s. It is orange….just too gringo for my taste.

More margaritas, on the rocks with salt. LC didn’t think they were strong enough so he got another shot to add to our drinks. By then, we were feelin’ alright.

Uncle Julio’s space is enormous. There is a whole upstairs that I’ve yet to explore. Coral, turquoise, and blue dominate, with a minimal amount of kitsch. With 16 locations nationally, mostly in Dallas and Washington DC, it is a chain, which probably explains much of the following flavorful yet somewhat generic “Mexican for the masses”.

We ordered the Guadalajara platter to share, with three bacon wrapped shrimp and a combo of chicken and beef fajitas. LC had his eye on those shrimp so he snatched one off the platter right away. They came with a garlicky sauce that neither of us cared for. Although they seemed to be soaked in butter, the huge shrimp (that’s an oxymoron!) were perfectly cooked but suffered from the wrapping of undercooked bacon. That seems to be a common issue with things wrapped in bacon….filet mignon, shrimp, scallops….the bacon is rarely cooked enough to render the fat, leaving it limp and practically inedible. It’s always a shame to waste bacon.

Our fajitas arrived without the necessary tortillas or the cheese and sour cream we requested. Sorta hard to make a fajita without a tortilla. After some time had passed LC told the bar manager, who in turn told the manager. We didn’t mean to get our server in trouble, but seriously, you gotta bring out all the shit required for fajitas when they are hot, right? The manager came out and kindly replaced the whole set-up, including the sides of beans and rice, then comp’d it. She was very professional and I felt that was a great way to handle the minor snafu. Not to mention, a good way to make sure we stayed and continued to drink! And we did.

Another round of margaritas please. LC and I dug into the fajitas. Some strips of the beef were tough, others tender. That’s what you get when it’s flank steak, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was cooked medium rather than well-done. We piled meat, grilled onions, cheese, guacamole, sour cream, and more of the grilled jalapenos onto their exceptionally good flour tortillas. Both chicken and beef were well seasoned with a smoky grilled flavor but lacked sufficient kick.

The point is, we like spicy food, especially when it’s Mexican. However, many restaurants are hesitant to make their food too hot. Most folks can’t take the heat and they’re ruining it for the rest of us! Pussies.

1140 Hammond Drive 678-736-8260

The first warm days of the year usually find me on a patio with a margarita in my hand. Spring fever! Last week I left work early to enjoy a relaxing afternoon of sunshine with my man.

We went to Tijuana Garage in L5P just down the street. They used to have a lush patio several years ago, then the place changed names a couple of times, finally reverting back to the original name and concept. In the past, the food was alright, but like many restaurants with a great patio, it was more about the atmosphere.

I was hoping the food had improved over the years, noting the revised menu online. A whole page is devoted to tacos, cashing in on the current taco craze. If you can wrap it in a tortilla, it’s a taco. They offer an Athenian taco, just like a gyro, and one called Chee-burger, Chee-burger….no explanation necessary. Twenty-eight tacos to choose from including six vegetarian options.

LC and I chose the hightop in the corner and ordered some queso with jalapenos, guacamole, and most importantly, margaritas. I knew he would love the margarita called Skinny Monster made with Herradura Silver tequila and fresh squeezed lime juice because the menu says “say goodbye to sour!” He hates sour mix. They were $8.99 each and not available by the pitcher, unfortunately.

Along with the menu changes, the patio had been renovated. It wasn’t nearly as cute as I remembered. The uncomfortable black metal tables and chairs were still there, the epitome of discomfort, and there were fewer plants.

Our salt-rimmed margaritas arrived with a bucket of really good chips. I was impressed with the consistency and flavor of the queso as well as the guacamole and salsa.

Although it was a beautiful afternoon, it was getting a little chilly so we moved to a table near the patio bar, partially protecting us from the elements, yet still outdoors. Then we ordered tacos, two each, with a side of sweet potato fries.

My love of sweet potatoes is no secret. Fried, baked, souffled, pureed, I love ‘em any way I can get ‘em. I was expecting fries cut lengthwise, but instead, Tijuana Garage cuts them like thick waffle fries. If they were regular potatoes I wouldn’t have liked them, but with sweet potatoes, anything goes. They were crisp and yummy.

I ordered a Playa del Carmen taco filled with blackened shrimp, pico de gallo, Mexican slaw and chipotle aioli and a carne asada taco with grilled skirt steak, diced onion, pico de gallo, jalapenos, and fresh cilantro, both on corn tortillas for $3.99 each.

Playa del Carmen is one of my favorite towns in Mexico. The beaches are beautiful and the food is spicy! So I was a bit disappointed with my shrimp taco, especially since it was on a flour tortilla. I added some guac and ate it anyway, however I sent back the carne asada in favor of the corn tortilla I had ordered.

The best tacos I’ve ever eaten were in Playa del Carmen, made with incredibly tender beef, diced onion, and cilantro on homemade corn tortillas. That was five years ago and ever since, I have searched in vain for that taco. But no one has been able to match the tortillas’ intense corn flavor. Tijuana Garage was no exception, although their carne asada stands up to any other in town.

At this point, both LC and I were on our third margaritas. He was enjoying his Cabo fried fish taco made with the same toppings as my shrimp taco and a Tennessee Twister filled with slow-cooked pork, housemade bacon BBQ sauce, southern slaw, and jalapenos. I tried a bite, but I’m not a BBQ lover so it was just OK for me.

It was now evening so we moved yet again to a booth indoors. I had never been inside the restaurant and was surprised how spacious it was. More margaritas.

Along with tacos, Tijuana Garage serves all of the expected Tex-Mex favorites including burritos, quesadillas, and fajitas. They also offer weekend brunch with creative dishes like cinnamon plantain crepes and a breakfast relleno.

A shot of Herradura Silver here is $7.50, which doesn’t sound so bad until you know that it is $3 at Pure. If I was judging them strictly on tacos, I may give an edge to The Original El Taco. Aside from the high drink prices, we really enjoyed the food and the atmosphere, inside and out. We will definitely return to enjoy the patio in the months to come!

351 Moreland Avenue 404-537-2858

When the craving for Mexican food strikes, it is nearly impossible to ignore. Along with the spicy food, however, is the tequila, so I try to stay as close to home as possible in case a cab is required.

There are several options near my hood, from El Azteca to Agave, but the winner for excellent margaritas, chips, and tacos is The Original El Taco. I dragged LC along on a recent taco binge. Frankly, it didn’t take much persuasion….he’s as fond of the burn as I am.

The festive restaurant was full with a thirty minute wait so we were given a buzzer and some chips for prizes when they spin the big wheel. Taking a seat at the bar we immediately ordered a couple of their margaritas made with fresh lime and agave nectar. At $10 each they are pricey, but LC loathes sour mix so they were well worth the extra couple of bucks.

El Taco’s updated menu has a section called “Get ‘em Before They’re Gone”….seasonal favorites that come and go. I’m a sucker for that kind of marketing and even more of a sucker for anything with sweet potatoes so I had to try the taquito that also included the irresistible ingredients of pork carnitas and jalapenos, while we waited at the bar.

Those first margaritas went down fast. The chick next to me ordered a skinny margarita. I would have one too, please! A great choice to wash down the fried taquito, LOL. Topped with crispy slaw dressed with crema, the taquitos (there were two) contained big chunks of sweet potato and pulled pork. A solid start.

Just then our buzzer went off and we were seated, my first time sitting inside. And, we were right next to the salsa bar so I got a sample of each one, plus a boatload of chopped cilantro. Ready for chips, cheese dip, salsas, and guacamole! El Taco’s chips are thin and perfectly salty. Their cheese dip is addictive, made with a blend of melted white Mexican cheeses.

The guac is chunky but rather plain, seasoned only with lime juice and salt, then topped with crumbled queso and sliced radishes. It could really use a handful of cilantro, chopped onion, jalapeno, and tomato, and lose the queso. Then it would be kickass, just like mine! Sure, diners can add those things from the salsa bar but wouldn’t it just be simpler to make it right to begin with? Just sayin’.

Our tacos arrived as we were polishing off another round of skinny margaritas. LC got the fried fish taco with jicama-serrano slaw, sprouts and sunflower seeds and the grilled shrimp taco with dried tomatoes, pickled cabbage, lime, and cumin. I managed to get a bite of the shrimp before he gobbled ‘em both up.

My favorite taco at El Taco is the red chili steak with crispy onions and tomatillo-lime salsa. It comes on a flour tortillas but I always get mine on corn. For my second taco I ordered the chorizo with yuca and Fresno arbol salsa. I remembered it being much better. My red chili steak, however, was too awesome to share.

Someday I’m gonna try one of the Mexican “pizzas”, grilled flatbreads topped with all sorts of goodies like their flavorful meats, avocados, and refried black beans. Maybe next time.

By the way, we didn’t win any prizes on the big wheel. Maybe next time.

1186 N. Highland Avenue 404-873-4656

The last time I ate at a Ted’s, I was sitting with Ted. It was only the chain’s third location, in Norcross, and I was there for the media dinner. He and his business partner, George McKerrow, were doing interviews. So there we were, the three of us in a booth with a big bison steak on the table. Surreal. Later, Ted described this new venture by saying “We’re like a juggernaut….nobody can stop us now!” Man, he was hot. But who the hell says juggernaut?

Fast forward to Friday night. B wanted to grab a bite to eat downtown before the Black Crowe’s show at the Tabernacle so we stopped in at Ted’s. It was packed. We got lucky and found one bar stool, basically in front of the kitchen. The guy next to us gave his seat to B upon his departure.

We quickly ordered two Coronas with lime and salted glasses. Having checked out the menu online earlier in the day, we didn’t need to consult a menu to place our order. B trusted my judgment so we decided to split a “green and hot” bison burger, the “green” being guacamole, and the “hot” sliced jalapenos. Monterey Jack was melted over our thick burger that was cooked through, although I had requested it medium. Shredded lettuce, pickles, and a slice of tomato came on the side, along with crispy skin-on fries. The burger was seriously juicy, but the guacamole could use some work. It was more like cubes of avocado. I did appreciate that the jalapenos were fresh, not pickled.

B ordered a small Caeser salad on the side. Seated next to the bowls of hot fries and onion rings at the pass, we coerced one of the line cooks to snag a couple of the big fat onion rings for us to snack on.

In our haste I forgot to photograph our food. But I did manage to get some shots of their popular sliders and steaks as they were coming up. Now that Winter is upon us I hope to visit Ted’s to warm up with a bowl of the bison chili soon (like within the year).

Some years have passed and those three Georgia locations have grown to forty-seven in sixteen states. Seems Ted’s prediction has come true. The old boy’s still got it.

133 Luckie Street NW 404-521-9796

In our futile search for the Georgia Kentucky game on Saturday, LC and I stopped in first at El Taco, then at Pure Taqueria, only to discover no one could get the channel. What what?

Tired of driving, we decided to have a bite to eat at Pure. I was craving guacamole. More importantly, I needed a drink. It was prime time Saturday night but the place was pretty quiet. Seated on the patio, we each ordered a shot of Herradura silver and a Pure margarita on the rocks.

Pure has great cheese dip, topped with pureed jalapenos. Their guacamole could use some cilantro and jalapeno but is generally not offensive. Smoky salsa is great with their new improved thinner chips.

Except on this visit. The chips and dips arrived quickly but fifteen minutes later and still no drinks! LC went inside to check on them. When margaritas were finally delivered, they were extremely sour.

In the mean time, we had been eating the cheese dip and guacamole, both of which were so salty they were nearly inedible. I didn’t need to order my margarita with salt, I could have just wiped some of the cheese around the rim. How can they fuck up something so simple?

After another incredibly long wait, our margaritas were replaced with new ones made with freshly squeezed limes and agave nectar by the very understanding manager. Much improved but there was no excuse for the slow service and mediocre food. Sure, we didn’t eat much but why risk more over-exposure to sodium?

Pure, I need a break from you. But, like with all break-ups, the bad memories will subside over time and by Spring I may give you a chance to make it up to me.

My love affair with Pure may be over for now, but our evening was not as we headed for yet another destination with a totally different outcome….to be continued tomorrow!

On this first day of Fall, I’m already missing Summer. There are few things I enjoy more than sitting outside on a hot, sunny day drinking margaritas with friends!

Last weekend the weather was perfect for the patio at Pure. P and L joined me and LC there for a pre-concert tequila toast and tacos. A round of Herradura shots with salted limes got the party started, followed by margaritas, both classic and frozen.

We ordered the usual chips, salsa, queso, and guacamole, but the chips were anything but usual. Rather than the extra-thick ones Pure usually serves, the baskets of chips were wonderfully thin…..loved ‘em! Strangely, the guacamole came with a platter of the old thick variety of chips. Their gringo style queso dip is some of the best in town topped with pureed jalapenos.

I try to order a different entree each time I visit Pure so this time I had the beef sopes con carne asada, two housemade corn-masa cakes piled high with refried beans, seared flank steak, lettuce, chopped tomato, queso fresco and sour cream. I could only eat one (what what?)…..the second one making a great dinner the next day.

L ordered a salad, perhaps with the fish? And the boys got tacos. LC had a combo of some sort….fish, shrimp, pork. Everyone enjoyed their food, the weather and the company.

Another round of tequila shots, more margaritas, and we were ready to head to The Variety Playhouse to see one of P’s favorites, Big Head Todd and the Monsters….a fun show!

You might think I would be sick of guacamole and margaritas by our fourth day in Cabo, but you would be wrong. Even now, back in the states, I am craving a decent taco, looking forward to exploring some authentic tacquerias on Buford Highway!

After our appetizer tacos at O Mole Mio, B and I were strolling down a side street contemplating eating more when we were corraled by a dodgy guy offering free tortilla soup and sangria if we went to MigueLocos. Free soup you say? We followed him.

Thankfully he wasn’t a knife-wielding psychopath. We chose a table on the sidewalk with a view of the vibrantly painted interior of the restaurant with its kitschy yet inviting Mexican decor. It was obvious that most of their guests were American as English was spoken fluently.

A big bowl of tortilla soup was delivered, as promised. I thought it was quite tasty. B got the complimentary sangria which was pretty good. My margarita was perfect. Guacamole, chips, salsa, and queso with jalapenos were next. I dove into the gooey cheese, scooping it onto a corn tortilla. Everywhere we went the guacamole was great and MigueLocos was no exception.

No longer hungry but craving something fiery, I ordered the shrimp diablo. Really fresh and succulent, the shrimp were in a spicy sauce. Although I wouldn’t label it fiery, it was delicious.

My experiences with food in Cabo San Lucas were certainly consistent. Many dishes were served in a sauce and nothing was very hot and spicy. The corn tortillas were somewhat bland. I’m not sure if this is simply typical of the Baja region or if the food is dumbed down for American consumption. That would be a shame since most people these days are really seeking an authentic experience when travelling. Perhaps it’s the influence of shows like Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations or Andrew Zimmern’s Bizarre Foods, both on the travel channel. I can promise you we were not offered pig brain tacos or fried grasshoppers in Cabo!

Aha! Now I have confirmation that my guacamole recipe is authentic!

Before B and I arrived at Capella Pedregal, I emailed my grocery list to the personal assistant of the residences. In addition to groceries, guests could also request snacks to be made by the assistant in their residence, including guacamole.

Naturally, I was curious to see if they used the same ingredients and method as my now-famous kickass guacamole, the recipe given to me by a Mexican cleaning lady twenty years ago.

When we arrived our refrigerator was stocked with goodies….eggs, queso, strawberries, Corona Light! The assistant explained that, due to the residences being nearly fully occupied, they would be unable to make the guacamole. They did, however, provide the ingredients: ripe avocadoes, tomatoes, a white onion, cilantro, jalapenos and limes. No garlic or mayo, honey!

I made a big batch on our third day after lounging around the pool. Chips and salsa to-go from Don Manuel’s completed our afternoon snack on our balcony, overlooking the breathtaking resort.

Heaven.

The best tacos I have ever had were in Playa del Carmen. Coarsely ground warm yellow corn tortillas wrapped around ridiculously tender chunks of beef. Diced onion, cilantro, and requested white queso (gringo style) topped the beef to which I added a dollop of guacamole that had just been made at our table. Pure heaven. Even a gigantic cucaracha crawling on my arm hardly deterred me from savoring each morsel.

Since that day almost exactly four years ago (I know this because the World Cup was underway on my last visit to Mexico), I have been in search of a taco that could compete. From the tortilla to the beef, there has been, so far, no match.

Shame on me for not having visited every taco stand on Buford Highway, but I can rarely find someone willing to venture there with me, not to mention my own resistance to driving more than ten minutes when tequila or beer may be involved. And how could I eat a taco without the appropriate alcoholic beverage?

Nevertheless, the most authentic rendition of the Playa taco that I have had in a regular Mexican restaurant in Atlanta is at El Torero at Loehmann’s Plaza. Main differences….the beef is tough and I doubt they make their own corn tortillas, which are practically flavorless.

While in Cabo, B and I were determined to find good, cheap street tacos. I had read Gordo Lele’s was great but could not find it. Our cab driver said El Paisa was the best and we found it but they were closed for Siesta!

SOL and hungry, we started back towards the main street when we heard a rumble. It was hundreds of motorcycles! Biker week in Cabo…..awesome. Just then we spotted a rickety make-shift taco stand, specializing in mariscos. I believe it was called Rico’s, but it was hard to determine. No Ingles.

Despite their seafood specialty, I ordered one beef and one chorizo taco. So did B, with the addition of clams. We got two Modelos and waited at a table with a brightly colored plastic tablecloth, with five or six bottles of hot sauce. It was a hot day, probably 95 degrees. The plastic stuck to my legs, sweat ran down my back. This was authentic.

When the server brought the clams to the table, he squeezed lemon on them and they moved….so fresh they were alive! She loved ‘em, I didn’t.

A dish of cilantro, diced onion, and radishes plus a big bowl of salsa verde came out. More beer. Our tacos were double corn tortillas with meat. Nothing else. We loaded ‘em up with the fixins’. Plain, simple.

But the tortillas just didn’t measure up, nor did the fillings. Sure, they were real street tacos but I think there are much better stands in Cabo, it would just require some research in the form of trying them all in person (I’m up for the challenge!)

Until I can do that, however, I’m looking forward to continuing my quest on Buford Highway in the next couple of months! Any suggestions?

After my poolside tequila coma, I rebounded nicely in anticipation of dinner somewhere outside the resort. JD’s buddy C lives in Cabo part-time and we had been calling throughout the day. He picked up B and I and we headed to his penthouse. Nice.

Everything in Cabo San Lucas is within walking distance so we headed to the marina where there are numerous seafood restaurants along the water, landing at La Galeria for no particular reason other than it’s decor was vibrant. I was hoping C knew where to eat but he is clearly not into food.

The setting was beautiful, the balmy weather perfect with a gentle breeze. The three of us took a table outside near the water and ordered a couple of margaritas. What could be more appropriate than fish at the marina? Their selection of marisco fresco was broad but we both settled on sea bass, B’s with a caper sauce and mine grilled with spices (I guess they called it blackened but that sounds so 1995). I also requested their cilantro sauce (how could I resist that!) and the mandatory guacamole on the side.

As we chatted and sipped our drinks, along came several friends of C who joined us. Our fish dishes arrived and so did more friends. Soon we had a table of eight.

Both B and I really liked the delicate white sea bass served atop buttery vegetables with a small mound of rice on the side. Her sauce was delicious as was my guacamole. I do wish my fish had been spicier. Later it was explained to me by a native that the food of the Baja Peninsula is not as fiery as that of the southeastern region of Mexico, “where the Mayans lived”, but he could have been full of shit.

After dinner we walked across the street to The Pink Kitty, a club owned by one of C’s friends. How appropriate.

La Galeria, Plaza Bonita 624-1431090