In search of an easy weeknight dinner, the hubby and I landed at Guadalajara, a Mexican restaurant on South Parkway. It wasn’t overly full, but there were a couple of larger parties seated at the other end of the room. The lack of any sort of sound dampening meant that even at that distance, the noise from their conversation reverberated and made it somewhat difficult for my husband and I to hear each other.
Our meal started with the standard chips and salsa, which was served promptly as we perused the menu.
The chips were thin and crunchy veering into hard territory. Their light corn flavor was bland and without the addition of salsa or salt, there was no point in eating them at all. The salsa was very barely spicy, a watery blend with chunks of tomato, onion, green onion, and chili seeds floating about.
For dinner, I opted for fajitas and the hubby selected the “Plato Guadalajara” which consisted of one chile relieno, one beef toastada, one enchilada, one taco, one burrito, one flauta. The plate had been recommended to him by a coworker who had told him he always ate the “crunchy plate” for his meal and took the “soft plate” home.
Sure enough, when the food came out, my husband’s meal was served on two plates–one full of “crunchy” things–the tostada, taco, and flauta–and one full of “soft” things–the chile relieno, enchilada, and burrito.
The “crunchy” plate:
The “soft” plate:
My meal came served on the multitude of plates that is standard practice for fajitas (see the picture at the top of the post). The steak was thicky sliced but a bit chewy with no standout seasonings or flavor. The onions were cooked to the point of starting to caramelize, which left them with a sweet taste but the slices of green pepper were slightly overcooked. The rice was fluffy, not overly greasy, and studded with small bits of vegetables–corn, peas, flecks of carrots. The beans were creamy and salty. Again though, neither side had a memorable or noteworthy flavor. The guacamole salad was a sorry concoction–tasteless shredded iceberg lettuce topped with an oddly goopy, lumpy mush. Wrapped in a foil package were four flour tortillas–warm, dense, and chewy; they made me crave butter.
The hubby was reasonably happy with his food, and portions were generous enough that even the hubby made two meals of it. Except for an odd delay in bringing the check, the service was prompt and friendly. On the whole, Guadalajara is another middle of the pack Mexican place, serviceable for lunch or dinner, but not someplace I’d go out of my way to visit.
Total for the meal: $23.06 (includes two entrees and two soft drinks)
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