We always sit at the bar so we can get an occasional glimpse of the kitchen and the Wifeacita can supervise the ladies making tortillas, she being a self proclaimed expert.
We got there early when they weren’t busy so I could talk history in general and WWII in particular with my buddy Emilio.
After gently nursing some skinny ritas made by Emiliano, the best bartender, we ordered polaqueso and two crab enchiladas in marisco cream sauce.
The queso is queso flameado with bacon, mushrooms, poblanos, and onions. Be sure and request the cream sauce with the enchiladas or you’ll get the not as good default cheese, a mistake I’ve made a couple of times. They come loaded with chunks of lump crabmeat.
It doesn’t sound like a lot of food for two but we had a good amount of leftovers.
We were finishing our third margarita when I caught a lucky break, literally. Buddy Emilio broke a glass in front of me and made me a new one due to the risk of flying glass.
We were there quite awhile and by then the place was packed with non stop action.
The bar is the place to be for small parties, we made friends on both sides and the people watching is the best.
One girl ordered a margarita and a tequila shot, drained both in record time and went to meet who we presume was her mother.
Another carefully crafted a huge taco out of everything on her beef and chicken fajita plate and proceed to devour it in three bites in less than a minute. Repeat.
Can you tell we love this place? It’s the Washington Avenue location by the way.