Hot Dish Review

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Each time B and I ventured out from the resort we passed by O Mole Mio. Ranked #43 in Cabo on tripadvisor.com, there were some good reviews on their tacos. Plus, the place was decked out in Mexican art like ornate silver crosses, colorful pottery, and most prominently, Catrinas, skeleton figurines in a variety of colorful costumes used to decorate homes during the Mexican holiday Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead.

It sounds gruesome but it is, in fact, a time for families to remember those that have passed and honor the spirits of the dead.

I was really hoping to find authentic Mexican food on this trip but it was becoming increasingly evident that most of the establishments, especially on the main street, cater to tourists. O Mole Mio is one of them. Their specialty is mole, the complex Mexican sauce traditionally made with chocolate and spices. Not a fan of mole, I did not succumb to the temptation to order it anyway as I often do (it’s made with chocolate people!).

B and I arrived early and took a table by an open window. Two seconds later she was shopping. Did I mention all of the artwork in the restaurant was for sale? We ordered margaritas and continued shopping, pondering our selections while sipping the salty tart cocktails.

The chips, like everywhere in Cabo, were extra thick, served with the standard pico de gallo and requested habenero salsa. We ordered two fish tacos and one beef to share. Can’t go to Cabo without having fish tacos! Kids with bowls of mini bobble-head animals came to the window as we waited for our food. B and I had already bought several of these by the marina and proceeded to add to our collection.

Our super-friendly server brought out our tacos. Grilled fish was enveloped by soft corn tortillas, a mound of guacamole on the side. Good but not outstanding. The beef was flavorful, but again, the tortillas couldn’t compare to the ones in Playa del Carmen.

B purchased a couple of silver crosses and a hand-painted vase. I found a really cool Madonna made of metal and paper on wood and couldn’t leave without a Catrina dressed in an aqua gown carrying a yellow purse.

Please enjoy my Mexican reruns as LC and I bask in the sun on the beach!
Arriving at Capella Pedregal around 1pm last Thursday, B and I quickly made our way to the swim-up bar in front of one of the resort’s restaurants, Don Manuel’s.

I say quickly, but first we had to assess our 3 bedroom, 3 1/2 bath villa, stocked with groceries I had ordered the day before. Our mayordomo was to make guacamole for us, but alas we did not get a personal assistant. Most impressively, however, the ingredients were placed in our refrigerator…..the exact ingredients I use for my kickass guacamole! Of course, I got the recipe from a Mexican cleaning lady twenty years ago. More on this later…..

The first order of business was a Corona Light with lime. Then we slipped on our bikinis and dipped our toes in one of our 2 balcony infinity pools (yeah, I’m serious).

Finally down at one of the infinity pools, we chose 2 deck chairs near the bar, overlooking the white surf and the turquoise waters of the Pacific. Handsome Latino servers happily decked out our comfy padded loungers with fresh white towels as we gazed momentarily at the blue blue sky.

Now it was time for tequila! And a snack, too. B and I ordered two shots of Herradura with salt and limes plus two margaritas. Chips, salsa, and guacamole started us off. The chips were very thick. I was hoping this was not typical to Cabo San Lucas but as the days wore on, it became evident that it was the standard. As were white corn tortillas that were wrapped around our shrimp tacos rather than the coarse, intensely corn-flavored yellow ones.

The shrimp were plump and fresh, as I would expect sitting ten feet from the ocean, and their guacamole was authentic and chunky. Pico de gallo and a habenero salsa provided some kick.

As did our unexpected second shot of tequila. That kick put me to sleep on the chaise lounge to the sound of the crashing waves and the Latin acoustic guitarist that played poolside as the sun set.

A good start.

Have you been to the Botanical Gardens’ holiday light extravaganza? We haven’t either, although we did try to go. When he couldn’t purchase tickets online, LC called to make sure we could just show up. So we piled into two cars and sat on Piedmont for 30 minutes, just to be told it was sold out.

How can walking through a freakin’ garden be sold out for God’s sake? Nature can’t sell out! Dejected, we headed north on 400, not sure where we would land.

Some of us were hungry, others were not. LC and I had planned on getting food at the Botanical Gardens, but alas, it was not to be. We spotted several potential dining destinations, but we had to keep it simple having two kids along.

Then I spotted On The Border, the Tex-Mex spot that sits in the enormous parking lot in front of Old Navy and Nordstrom Rack in Buckhead. My only previous visit was with AD years ago, and our main purpose was drinking margaritas, so I wasn’t sure what to expect from the food, although I suspected it would be rather unimpressive since this is a chain that has invaded all but 12 states in the U.S.

On The Border doesn’t proclaim to be authentic Mexican. They do, however, offer plenty of dishes one would find in my favorite country….tacos, carne asada, grilled fish. And lots of your Americanized standards like nachos, enchiladas, and a thing called a Big Bordurrito that looks like a Burrito on steroids.

We started with tableside guacamole, and the usual chips and salsa, which would suffice for those that weren’t very hungry. Meanwhile, LC ordered the fish tacos, two big corn tortillas with fried whitefish and slaw. Me and TT tried the “street style mini tacos”….three little corn tortillas with jack cheese and fajita steak served with sliced avocado. The tiny tacos were somewhat reminiscent of those in Cabo, except they had melted cheese and recognizable meat. Both taco meals came with rice and black beans, and were under $10.

I must admit, I was surprised by the freshness, flavor, and quality of the food. No, the corn tortillas were not the best ever, but I’ve had worse at some tacquerias in my neighborhood for double the price.
Not surprisingly, nothing was spicy enough for me and LC, even with the addition of diced jalapenos.

We were stuffed but LC just couldn’t pass up dessert, and neither could I since he wanted the sopapillas, fried dough with a hollow center that one traditionally fills with honey. These came with both chocolate and honey for dipping.

Lucky for us, On The Border wasn’t sold out of taste.

1 Buckhead Loop NE #130 404-816-3171

Margaritas and patios just go together. When any new taqueria opens I am excited to give it a try, sipping margaritas outside while enjoying the heat of the Summer, and hopefully, some kickass tacos. So when I got the press release for Bad Dog Taqueria in May, that image came to mind. However, I was informed that they did not have their liquor license yet, so I gave ‘em a couple of months to work out that all-important kink.

Fast forward three months. Surely, they’d have tequila by now! But alas, government red tape had delayed the liquor license but we were welcome to bring our own beer or wine. I checked out the menu online and was sufficiently intrigued, so LC and I headed to Emory Village in Decatur, a solid six minutes from my place, with a cooler full of Corona Lights and salted lime wedges.

We scored rockstar parking on the street right in front. I was surprised that there were only two tables on the patio, so we stepped inside and said hello to owner Tracy who was working behind the counter of her brightly modern space. White plastic chairs provided a fresh contrast to the exposed brick walls and long bar made out of a thick slab of tree, bark and all.

I already knew I had to try We’ve got Seoul, a flour tortilla filled with Korean BBQ pork belly, kimchee slaw and salsa verde. I also had my eye on Evita, with grilled flank steak, crispy yucca, and chimichurri sauce, but the special, called Campenchano, quickly took its place. A corn tortilla filled with flank steak, chorizo, jalapeno-tomatillo sauce, red onion, and cilantro….could it be the taco of my dreams?

LC would predictably get their fish taco made with plantain encrusted (a.k.a. fried) tilapia, cilantro sauce, and slaw, while I tried the plantain encrusted chicken topped with lettuce, tomato, and jalapenos. LC also chose Yo Mama’s Taco, an old school hard corn shell with the traditional fillings of ground beef, shredded cheese, lettuce and tomato. No argument here.

And then there was the mac ‘n’ cheese taco, an off-menu creation of penne, cream sauce, and herbs. But first we had to start with chips, the trio of salsas, and guacamole. Sounds basic, but every component was an innovative take on the usual. Chips are made fresh daily from a variety of vegetables. Fire roasted tomato salsa was smoky hot, plantain pineapple serrano salsa was sweet with some heat, while the chunky salsa fresca had the biggest kick of the three.

Guacamole is made from grilled avocados, adding a smoky dimension to the appropriately chunky dip. Super thin chips made of yucca, plantain, and boniato were similar to potato chips and outshone the ones made of corn. I didn’t even realize there was queso available until I got home and took a closer look at the printed menu….apparently a new addition to the offerings.

Then the baskets of tacos arrived. There is little that can be done to make tacos look pretty in photos. We began sampling them, taking turns with chicken, fish, pork, and beef. I was expecting chunks of fatty pork belly with BBQ sauce in the We’ve got Seoul, but instead found tender, juicy shredded pork. It could have used more of the kimchee slaw, and for me and LC, preferably fiery hot kimchee.

Likewise, I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer perfection of Yo Mama’s Taco. All of the tortillas are made locally, which was evident in the thin and crispy corn shell. It didn’t get soggy because the ground beef was not at all greasy.

Continuing our tasting, LC and I agreed the fish taco was too fishy…our least favorite.

A knife and fork were required to conquer the pasta taco, a thin bread-like shell which I believe Tracy said was made with bread crumbs like one would sprinkle on top of a baked pasta dish…..at least that’s what LC understood. It was a great gimmick, one that I had already read about on another blog, but not something I would order again.

But the best was yet to come. The special was double wrapped in soft corn tortillas that were yellow, meaning made with yellow corn. I added a little guacamole and took a bite….OMG. The steak was fall-apart tender, and the tortillas tasted like corn!

Bad Dog Taqueria has come the closest to recreating the authentic tacos I fell in love with in Playa del Carmen….not a small accomplishment!

With a selection of tacos with quirky names and multi-cultural flavors, I was afraid the restaurant could suffer from an identity crisis. And, yes, I was initially disappointed by the lack of a real patio. However, Bad Dog won us over with its tasty tacos that manage to be creative without being contrived.

So fetch yourself some beers and go to Bad Dog. Sit. Stay. Enjoy!

1579 North Decatur Road 404-370-8822

Funny how I know so many Tauruses. In fact, most of my best friends, past and present, are Tauruses. Put simply, they are awesome!

One recent Taurus birthday party was at El Azteca in Sandy Springs, a family celebration with lots of kids. But that didn’t stop the birthday boy from having a couple of shots of tequila.

But first, our table of 16 or so ordered some food….chips and salsa with guacamole (the chunky, freshly prepared style) and cheese dip to start, of course. The quality of their chips is inconsistent, although they were quite good on this visit.

El Azteca, with numerous locations, has become somewhat of an institution in Atlanta. The margaritas are weak and made with the traditional cheap sour mix and they still offer a multitude of combinations….could I get a #124 por favor? From tacos with ground beef on old-fashioned hard shells to enchiladas filled with cheese and covered with….what what? That’s right, more cheese, you can count on El Azteca to deliver the quintessential cheesy Mexican experience.

What El Azteca lacks in the food department, they make up for with their enormous patio. Really, there is nothing I’d rather do than sip a salty, tangy margarita in the sweltering Summer heat. I decided to buck tradition and ordered one of those new-fangled “skinny” margaritas, made with fresh lime juice rather than the aforementioned cheap sour mix that LC loathes.

We split the combo fajitas, a mix of grilled steak, chicken, and shrimp, gorging ourselves on chips and dips while we waited. It was a huge platter, served with the usual suspects….rice, beans, cheese, sour cream, shredded lettuce, and “standard” guacamole as opposed to the chunky “homemade” style. Why bother having two kinds of guacamole? My guess is the standard kind is purchased in bulk rather than being made in-house, probably delivered in those big institutional boxes fitted with a spout. Tasty.

Certainly enough for two people, we were puzzled that the fajitas came with only three flour tortillas. Me and LC loaded ‘em up. I ate a shrimp and noted it was oversalted, a problem which was masked by the fixin’s. Then I tried some steak. Again, a bit too salty. LC agreed. The worst offender, however, was the chicken. It was so salty that we both found it inedible.

Another margarita hit the spot as we wished PC a happy birthday….cheers my Taurus friend!

5925 Roswell Road 404-252-7347

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

Driving back from Florida, B and I made efficient use of our time, getting gas and eating all in one stop. Lunch found us at McDonald’s in Gainesville, sharing their awesome fries with our Filet ‘O’ Fish sandwiches. Sorry no photos, but chances are you’ve seen a McDonald’s Filet ‘O’ Fish at some point in your life. However, we did note the diminished size of every component of the sandwich….fish, cheese, and bun.

Our second stop was near Macon where we stumbled upon a Mexican restaurant, sorta like a Moe’s wanna-be. It was called Caliente. Its cookie-cutter Southwestern furnishings matched its standard Tex-Mex fare of tacos, burritos, and quesadillas.

The chubby dude behind the counter had the personality of a toad. Poor thing. I inquired about the choices of meat and decided on a ground beef taco. One taco, soft or hard shell, was $4.95. Excuse me? It came with chips but that was hardly any consolation considering I can get a red chilli steak taco at El Taco for $1 less! Not to mention they serve tequila. No contest.

B decided to get the kid’s combo meal….a taco, chips, small cheese dip, soft drink, and cookie for $3.20. Good deal if you want all that stuff. She asked why I didn’t do the same but I really just wanted a taco with all the fixin’s….cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and sour cream and guacamole from squirt bottles. I’m sorry, but if you can dispense guac from a squirt bottle, it might not be authentic. Just sayin’. Caliente did have a salsa bar with a few choices including pico de gallo and salsa verde.

My taco reminded me of the kind you make at home, with store-bought Ortega shells. Honestly, I prefer Taco Bell, even with the revelation that their “ground beef” is only 35% meat.

B loved the chips, mainly because they were salty. I thought they were too thick and out of an industrial size bag.

But here’s the kicker. I assumed the kid’s taco would be tiny but it was the same size as the regular one! What the f*ck? To make matters worse, the dude forgot to give B her cookie.

Guess we should have ordered burritos.

6255 Zebulon Road, Macon 478-471-8110

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!