When we pulled up to Ricardo Avila’s new restaurant, “Mexotopia,” I had a good feeling. There in the car in front of ours, was Mr. and Mrs. Fatty McButterpants unloading their fupa’s and trekking towards the door. Any place that these fatty’s go must be worth trying. Only problem was that it was pouring and Megan was able to dash past them (natural born athlete, number 23, HP Scots Soccer), and I got stuck between their combined wide loads. So, 20 minutes later I was soaking wet and ready for a marg.
We were greeted by Ricardo himself, who was very friendly and handed me a stack of 4 bar napkins (ya, Ricky, cause that’s going to be enough to towel my 120 square feet of body mass). They told us which table to sit at and we had chips and salsa within seconds. Their salsa tastes kind of like Mattito’s but better—spicier and saltier. We ordered queso (duh) and it tasted exactly like the queso that I blogged about when I reviewed Avila's so I’m not going to write about it again. So we ordered, I got Tricolor Enchiladas (one chicken w/ tomatillo, one sour cream chicken and one soft cheese taco) and Megan got Brisket Gorditas.
The margaritas were on special for HH so we got the house marg at $5. It came and the first sip was rough—a little strong but the ice melted and made it better. While we were waiting I asked for a house margarita, but frozen and the dude looked at me like I was smoking crack. “Uh, we don had de froden ones” and it took all my will power not to say “Well, do you have a blender in the back? Do you have the same ingredients as what was in my glass? Then just throw it in there Pedro, geez.” I kept quiet and declined the second marg because Mr. and Mrs. Fatsh*t were sitting directly in my eye line and I was afraid if I was rude to the waiter who was refreshing their chip bowl every 6 seconds, they might eat me.
Our food came pretty quickly and looked good. The sour cream sauce was actually really light and delish. Megan liked her brisket gorditas, but “really wishes they would have taken some of the meat fat juices and mixed it with salsa so I could have some gravy.” My friends are dainty. Besides the lack of meat-fat gravy, our only complaint was the rice and beans. I’m pretty sure that Duke sold the secret recipe for Bush’s beans because that’s what we were eating—tasted like Bush’s Grillen’ Beans—not really what I was looking for in mexi-beans. The rice was bland lost its flavor after a few chews, much like Strawberry Splash Bubblicious.
All in all, decent, but I would choose Mico over it any day. The name of this restaurant promised more than it delivered. I figured I'd black out or at least get to ride some cool rides. I also got stuck behind the Fatsons on the way back to the car. In the rain. And they were carrying their leftover dessert.(I bet this restaurant would be a hit in Houston).
Here's where Ricardo and his team must have learned the secret recipe. Shit, secret's out dude...
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