Still, driven by kittenish curiosity, we pulled into the parking lot. My first surprise came as we were being promptly seated. The country music I had heard spilling out from the dining room wasn’t a recording. As we walked in, a blonde woman in full blown, blinged out cowgirl regalia was crooning into a microphone on a small corner stage. A flier on our table only added to my wonder–our talented singer was from Denmark, not somewhere I think of as particularly “country”. Just as I was processing this, she finished her song and went on break, with recordings of old school country legends like Johnny Cash, floating on the air.
The service began quickly, with our drinks being delivered immediately and a basket of chips hot on their heels. After some pondering, we placed our order; I opted for the Tacos Al Carbon, while my husband selected a #24 combination–two enchiladas, a taco, and chile con queso.
While taste testing the chips, we took in our surroundings. Our table was a wobbly 2 seater, situated on a raised platform near the bar and destined to be crowded by the large plates. The restaurant exploded with color, from the carved and painted booth-backs wishing us benvuendos (welcome) to the yellow, lime green, and red walls. Our table was adorned with a striped cloth, protected by a plastic cover. The same cloth was used to hide the entrance to the kitchen, a nicely matched touch. Posters hung on the far wall, images of people from the late 1800s, with their birth and death years scripted below. It was around this time that I realized that I was actually warm. Between a cold blooded nature and a innate talent for sitting below the air conditioning vents, I carry sweaters with me year round. The fact that I was warm means that many more hot natured people would have been uncomfortable.
Our singer returned shortly before our food came up, singing a little louder than before. Over the course of our meal, I would notice that the volume drifted. From reasonable to “shouting to talk” levels. At one point, a couple began slow dancing in the aisle between booths. I suspect the giant margaritas the bar was serving may have contributed, but it was sweet regardless.
Our food arrived as a series of plates and when my main dish was set before me, I spent a confused moment staring at what looked to be a giant foil wrapped quesadilla.
In addition to the tacos, my dinner also included a plate of rice and beans. If this was stated on the menu, I didn’t see it, so keep that in mind if you are perusing the dinner plates.
The hubby enjoyed his meal. His tacos had shells which were “firm, but didn’t crunch” and were deemed “very tasty”. The chili con queso was “nice with a touch of spice” (translation, high mild to medium).
Total for our meal: $23.94 (one Tacos Al Carbon, one combination plate, 2 soft drinks)
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