Column: Fake liking fake food leaves a bad taste
While visiting a city not too far from South Texas but far enough to make a difference, La Comadre was forced to dine at a Mexican restaurant that didn’t seem Mexican.
When she heard what the place was called, she instantly had reservations — and she hadn’t made ‘em.
The place had a Mexican restaurant name, something like El Huarache or El Bigote, something that would say to those driving past that enchiladas could be had in this establishment.
“And they could,” La Comadre explained, “and they weren’t bad. It’s just that … they were …a little sad.”
“Ya sabes, enchiladas muy muy tristes. They didn’t have enough sauce, not enough cheese. Le falto chile, ajo, cebollitas…le falto ganas al cocinero,” she said. “The food wasn’t really bad … but it wasn’t good either.”