Dos Banditos Restaurant Reviews: Mucha Lucha Salsa Libres at La Colonia - By Willieboy, N.L. Belardes, and guest Buckaroo
Willieboy Bandito:
I looked forward to our latest Mexican restaurant review with some anticipation, because an old friend was joining us. He’s the drummer for the Buckaroos and I used to roadie for his band in high school. An old friend indeed, by the name of Dave Wolfkeeler. Actually, I have no idea if that’s how you spell his name. I’m sure I’ve butchered it O.J. style. In any case, N.L. and I decided to go back to our original mission goal, seeking out GOOD Mexican food.
Willieboy talks to The Wolfman about "you know"
It was Dave’s idea for N.L. and I to go to Mexican dumps and report what we ate (and contracted) back to the masses. What a stupendously bad idea! So for that he paid for lunch. We chose La Colonia because it has deep roots in Bakersfield History. Since I do absolutely no research on my subjects, I can not prove that last statement. But La Colonia’s been around awhile, trust me. A phrase you often hear associated with it: “It’s where Mexicans go out to eat.”
Potomac Avenue is in an area where you would not want to be caught walking around at night. But La Colonia is the gem of this rough neighborhood. The inside is nice, kind of dark, with comfortable naugahyde booths. It was looking good. Right on cue the chips and salsa arrive. What a disappointment! The salsa is like Chef Boyardee pizza sauce with a Tabasco splash. The chips were cold and forgettable. For the second review in a row, no second basket of chips were required. And we had Andre the Giant with us on today’s visit! (Did I mention Dave is 6’ 11’ tall?)
Salsa de puree...
Our drinks came and about half way through some of the best Root Beer I’ve ever tasted, chingpea asked me if my soda tasted like Pepsi. Come to think of it, it did. We switched glasses and straws and it was time to order. The menu is standard fare. No surprises, however they have a nice selection of Camarones (Shrimp) plates. Dave ordered that, I went with the Chili Colorado. Then Dave, with all of the aplomb of an ADHD afflicted teenager, orders a hamburger. The waitress looked like she was going to backhand him. It was a Luche Libre stand off.
No.
This is tostada surprise. chingpea went for the burger.
Willieboy dubbed "El Dookie"
I was hoping the “Chips & Salsa” debacle wasn’t foreshadowing of what was to come. The plates came and the first thing I noticed was the unappetizing appearance of N.L.’s plate. Was that a dookie log? Who did he piss off this time? Averting my eyes I did the ‘ol “around the platter sample”. Beans: so-so. Rice: no flavor but moist. I dismissed both, no point in eating blah filler food. The Colorado looked good though. Big chunks of tender meat. However it was also quite banal. A bit of a mole flavor but none of the kick of the Colorados found at La Costa, El Cazador or even Mexicali for that matter. (Yes, I said Mexicali, I happen to love their Colorado so piss off, Matt).
So there I was, with this huge plate of food that seemed pointless to eat. So resolutely I shoved one spoon after another into my head as the waitress came back with Dave’s burger. Actually it looked pretty good. He proceeded to cut it into four squares. One bite and I was hooked. The Colorado forgotten I chowed the burger wedge down. And before N.L. could whine about his lactose intolorance, I mowed down his wedge as well. Best burger I’ve had in a while. No fries though.
No raves here. Average Mexican fare in a dubious location.
Chips and Salsa: *
Food: **
Service: **
Atmosphere: **
La Colonia: 1809 Potomac Avenue, Bakersfield
Guest Buckaroo Bandito Dave "The Wolfman" Wulfekuehler:
I got myself into a little heap of doo with the dos banditos, a while back. And I found out real quick, these salsa-tweakin maniacs mean business!
So here goes:
I was sent a note: be at a downtown address, at 11:30am, and come alone! I was escorted to a secret parking lot by the ever-sweet Chingpea and nasty lord N.L., to meet the infamous king of covert cuisine, Willieboy. He frisked me for any concealed weapons, blindfolded me, and threw me into some unmarked vehicle. Strapped me into what felt like a baby's car seat. Upside-down! I wasn't sure where we were going, but the driver made sure to hit every pothole known to B-town! I think we went airborne over some railroad tracks at one point.
Un momento de silencio, por favor! Huh?
We finally stopped, and I was released into a magical neighborhood. Whimsical children were riding bicycles in the street, waving joyous hello's to the passing motorists. An archway welcomed the unique hideaway...it was...La Colonia! Drunken luchadors wrestled on the sidewalk as we approached. We cheered them on, threw a few quarters, and it was on to the real business..."feed us the four star, baby!"
Well, as some old wise tamale maker once said, "If the chips and salsa are good, the rest of the meal will be." Could we prove that theory wrong?
I always say, "If the waitress flirts, the food won't hurt!" Hmmm... here she comes... and she's smiling... she's sizing us up... drink order done. But wait! Willieboy is speaking Spanish! That's it! She's hooked! That sly guy set the bait, and waited for the kill.
Dave strikes gold twice with camarones and his burger! The rest of us struck out!
Our chips, salsa and drinks came quick! (I'm telling ya, that young waitress was all over The Willieman!) The chips were kinda zzzzzzzzz, and the salsa... was it Ragu? Was it Campbells soup? Was it oriental ketchup? It did have a kick of the hot and spicy, but did it qualify as salsa? I don't know, I'm a little confused on salsa barriors. But hey, it was time to order! Willieboy told me I could have anything on the menu, as long as it had shrimp in it. Gee thanks. So Camarones Rancheros it was!
But something else was calling to me from the menu...I had to do it... CHEESEBURGER! I mean, that's the real test right? The world is a big bag of Chex mix now. Nothing is regional anymore. Who really knows? Who really cares? Bring on the main course!
The famous Mexican burger test passes with flying colores!
The shrimp was very good. Sauce was tasty, and it was a generous portion! The rice and beans were fair. I mean, come on, it's rice and beans for golly's sake. But low and behold... could it possibly be? The creme de la creme: La Colonia Cheeseburger!!! It could be one of the best burgers you'll ever eat at a non-burger joint. Real meat, Real cheese, real veggies, real bun. In fact, it's better than what's served at most "regular" burger joints. And no freaky-med-hooked-singing-clown toys here! What this place needs is an old jukebox and some rollergirls, and they'd make a fortune!
But seriously, how can you not have a four star lunch with beautiful people like Chingpea, N.L. and Willieboy. Thanks again guys (and gal)!
N.L. Bandito:
The first time I ever ran a red light I was driving to La Colonia restaurant. It was the 1980s. Dude on the Ice was about to enter the world and I wanted some Mexican food to usher me into fatherhood. There’s no punchline. I remember good food, good times and running that red light.
Over the years my preferences changed. I lived in Las Vegas. I had a favorite Mexican restaurant there. Sadly I can’t remember the name other than it was located downtown and tamales are their specialty. In Bakersfield I prefer Santiagos. Yet, I’m willing to explore. Willieboy and I have—though we’ve barely begun to sail the seas of Bakersfield streets for the perfect salsa and chips.
La Colonia rests in the hood on the East side of Bakersfield. It’s surrounded by residential homes packed in like boxes on a factory conveyor. The restaurant itself reminds me of an American colony of the 17th Century: Virginia Puritans surrounded by wilderness. It’s even shaped like some kind of rustic fort, sadly unlike a Puritan city on a hill. It’s strangely out of place on such an East Side factory belt.
I’m not crazy. I wouldn’t wander the streets at all around La Colonia, as even the kids on bikes I noticed are vicious reminders that ethnic groups all have rough sides. “Fuck you, homie!” one kid yelled at a car. Didn’t the kid recognize the car was bigger than him? Maybe he was packing heat. There’s a reason Kern County leads the state in guns per capita. And those are just the legal kind…
We arrived, and right away, Wolfman pulls out three mucha lucha wrestling masks like we are about to either rob the joint or wrestle our food from the waitresses. At first I thought he had drumsticks and was going to play some kind of Okie drumroll on the tables to help pay for the four lunches he promised. But no, Dave had masks, and he meant business.
We posed.
We donned the masks for a photo shoot au naturale that showed off our boyish charm and rugged sense of Mexican fighting culture. I suddenly had a daring fantasy. I was El Generale de Burrito: a fighter, a man of mythic proportions who could conquer a ring of overstuffed mafiosos with a cape and a beady-eyed stare. I wanted to tag team my way into the restaurant, drag off a big plate of conquistador salads and taco shells. I wanted to pull plastic boots up my legs and stomp on the tabletops as if this were a Mexican restaurant in need of a salsa exorcism.
It was.
I grew desperate. My fantasy continued when my tamale arrived already stripped of its corn husk. What? No present to open? I imagined myself in a Mucha Lucha cartoon. I was The Flea screaming “Zapatos de ratas!” and gorging on my true love: food of all kinds. Of course I thought of The Flea again when chingpea dropped part of The Wolfman’s burger down into her cleavage. She went dumpster diving into her bra and The Flea in me was about to dive in as well. That’s his favorite pastime: dumpster diving. We three amigos stared.
Oh yes, next fantasy.
What more can I say? I haven’t really talked about the restaurant at all. I was bored. There was a gang-tagged kangaroo painting in the men’s room. The Turkey Day decorations were as festive as the old man with lipstick serving us. Just kidding. She was twenty and sang a stirring rendition of Mento Buru’s “Ballad de la familia de Jackson Cinco”. That was just before declaring Dave the winner of the stomachache race.
I had more fun wearing the mask and talking to friends than I did eating my strange tamale. I really just dreamed about Mucha Lucha warriors and dumpster diving. After all, I couldn’t even eat the cheese-covered burger. Besides, Willieboy was too fast.
Now go build a Mucha Lucha and send it to all your friends.
Chips and Salsa: *
Food: **
Service: **
Atmosphere: **
Read past Dos Banditos Restaurant Review articles:
Cemitas Poblanas stirs the stomach acids
Hunter's paradise buffet at El Cazador
Authenticity at the Arizona Cafe
La Costa Earwig
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Michael "Willieboy" Willis is a grizzled 46 year old graphic artist. His studio, coincidentally called "Willis Design Studios", has been operating in Bakersfield for the last 26 years. His 15 minutes of fame came in 1997 when he co-authored a best selling book about webpage design titled "Web Pages That Suck". The rest remains a mystery. His personal page is www.willieboy.com.
N.L. Belardes is a novelist and blogger out of Bakersfield, California. He’s on myspace.com/nlbelardes and www.nlbelardes.com.
Dave "The Wolfman" Wulfekuehler performs regularly at Buck Owens Crystal Palace as the Buckaroos faithful and fearless drummer. He recommends the Halibut as well as Buck's famous Chicken Fried Steak. You can find him regularly on Paperback Writer as DW.
I looked forward to our latest Mexican restaurant review with some anticipation, because an old friend was joining us. He’s the drummer for the Buckaroos and I used to roadie for his band in high school. An old friend indeed, by the name of Dave Wolfkeeler. Actually, I have no idea if that’s how you spell his name. I’m sure I’ve butchered it O.J. style. In any case, N.L. and I decided to go back to our original mission goal, seeking out GOOD Mexican food.
Willieboy talks to The Wolfman about "you know"
It was Dave’s idea for N.L. and I to go to Mexican dumps and report what we ate (and contracted) back to the masses. What a stupendously bad idea! So for that he paid for lunch. We chose La Colonia because it has deep roots in Bakersfield History. Since I do absolutely no research on my subjects, I can not prove that last statement. But La Colonia’s been around awhile, trust me. A phrase you often hear associated with it: “It’s where Mexicans go out to eat.”
Potomac Avenue is in an area where you would not want to be caught walking around at night. But La Colonia is the gem of this rough neighborhood. The inside is nice, kind of dark, with comfortable naugahyde booths. It was looking good. Right on cue the chips and salsa arrive. What a disappointment! The salsa is like Chef Boyardee pizza sauce with a Tabasco splash. The chips were cold and forgettable. For the second review in a row, no second basket of chips were required. And we had Andre the Giant with us on today’s visit! (Did I mention Dave is 6’ 11’ tall?)
Salsa de puree...
Our drinks came and about half way through some of the best Root Beer I’ve ever tasted, chingpea asked me if my soda tasted like Pepsi. Come to think of it, it did. We switched glasses and straws and it was time to order. The menu is standard fare. No surprises, however they have a nice selection of Camarones (Shrimp) plates. Dave ordered that, I went with the Chili Colorado. Then Dave, with all of the aplomb of an ADHD afflicted teenager, orders a hamburger. The waitress looked like she was going to backhand him. It was a Luche Libre stand off.
No.
This is tostada surprise. chingpea went for the burger.
Willieboy dubbed "El Dookie"
I was hoping the “Chips & Salsa” debacle wasn’t foreshadowing of what was to come. The plates came and the first thing I noticed was the unappetizing appearance of N.L.’s plate. Was that a dookie log? Who did he piss off this time? Averting my eyes I did the ‘ol “around the platter sample”. Beans: so-so. Rice: no flavor but moist. I dismissed both, no point in eating blah filler food. The Colorado looked good though. Big chunks of tender meat. However it was also quite banal. A bit of a mole flavor but none of the kick of the Colorados found at La Costa, El Cazador or even Mexicali for that matter. (Yes, I said Mexicali, I happen to love their Colorado so piss off, Matt).
So there I was, with this huge plate of food that seemed pointless to eat. So resolutely I shoved one spoon after another into my head as the waitress came back with Dave’s burger. Actually it looked pretty good. He proceeded to cut it into four squares. One bite and I was hooked. The Colorado forgotten I chowed the burger wedge down. And before N.L. could whine about his lactose intolorance, I mowed down his wedge as well. Best burger I’ve had in a while. No fries though.
No raves here. Average Mexican fare in a dubious location.
Chips and Salsa: *
Food: **
Service: **
Atmosphere: **
La Colonia: 1809 Potomac Avenue, Bakersfield
Guest Buckaroo Bandito Dave "The Wolfman" Wulfekuehler:
I got myself into a little heap of doo with the dos banditos, a while back. And I found out real quick, these salsa-tweakin maniacs mean business!
So here goes:
I was sent a note: be at a downtown address, at 11:30am, and come alone! I was escorted to a secret parking lot by the ever-sweet Chingpea and nasty lord N.L., to meet the infamous king of covert cuisine, Willieboy. He frisked me for any concealed weapons, blindfolded me, and threw me into some unmarked vehicle. Strapped me into what felt like a baby's car seat. Upside-down! I wasn't sure where we were going, but the driver made sure to hit every pothole known to B-town! I think we went airborne over some railroad tracks at one point.
Un momento de silencio, por favor! Huh?
We finally stopped, and I was released into a magical neighborhood. Whimsical children were riding bicycles in the street, waving joyous hello's to the passing motorists. An archway welcomed the unique hideaway...it was...La Colonia! Drunken luchadors wrestled on the sidewalk as we approached. We cheered them on, threw a few quarters, and it was on to the real business..."feed us the four star, baby!"
Well, as some old wise tamale maker once said, "If the chips and salsa are good, the rest of the meal will be." Could we prove that theory wrong?
I always say, "If the waitress flirts, the food won't hurt!" Hmmm... here she comes... and she's smiling... she's sizing us up... drink order done. But wait! Willieboy is speaking Spanish! That's it! She's hooked! That sly guy set the bait, and waited for the kill.
Dave strikes gold twice with camarones and his burger! The rest of us struck out!
Our chips, salsa and drinks came quick! (I'm telling ya, that young waitress was all over The Willieman!) The chips were kinda zzzzzzzzz, and the salsa... was it Ragu? Was it Campbells soup? Was it oriental ketchup? It did have a kick of the hot and spicy, but did it qualify as salsa? I don't know, I'm a little confused on salsa barriors. But hey, it was time to order! Willieboy told me I could have anything on the menu, as long as it had shrimp in it. Gee thanks. So Camarones Rancheros it was!
But something else was calling to me from the menu...I had to do it... CHEESEBURGER! I mean, that's the real test right? The world is a big bag of Chex mix now. Nothing is regional anymore. Who really knows? Who really cares? Bring on the main course!
The famous Mexican burger test passes with flying colores!
The shrimp was very good. Sauce was tasty, and it was a generous portion! The rice and beans were fair. I mean, come on, it's rice and beans for golly's sake. But low and behold... could it possibly be? The creme de la creme: La Colonia Cheeseburger!!! It could be one of the best burgers you'll ever eat at a non-burger joint. Real meat, Real cheese, real veggies, real bun. In fact, it's better than what's served at most "regular" burger joints. And no freaky-med-hooked-singing-clown toys here! What this place needs is an old jukebox and some rollergirls, and they'd make a fortune!
But seriously, how can you not have a four star lunch with beautiful people like Chingpea, N.L. and Willieboy. Thanks again guys (and gal)!
N.L. Bandito:
The first time I ever ran a red light I was driving to La Colonia restaurant. It was the 1980s. Dude on the Ice was about to enter the world and I wanted some Mexican food to usher me into fatherhood. There’s no punchline. I remember good food, good times and running that red light.
Over the years my preferences changed. I lived in Las Vegas. I had a favorite Mexican restaurant there. Sadly I can’t remember the name other than it was located downtown and tamales are their specialty. In Bakersfield I prefer Santiagos. Yet, I’m willing to explore. Willieboy and I have—though we’ve barely begun to sail the seas of Bakersfield streets for the perfect salsa and chips.
La Colonia rests in the hood on the East side of Bakersfield. It’s surrounded by residential homes packed in like boxes on a factory conveyor. The restaurant itself reminds me of an American colony of the 17th Century: Virginia Puritans surrounded by wilderness. It’s even shaped like some kind of rustic fort, sadly unlike a Puritan city on a hill. It’s strangely out of place on such an East Side factory belt.
I’m not crazy. I wouldn’t wander the streets at all around La Colonia, as even the kids on bikes I noticed are vicious reminders that ethnic groups all have rough sides. “Fuck you, homie!” one kid yelled at a car. Didn’t the kid recognize the car was bigger than him? Maybe he was packing heat. There’s a reason Kern County leads the state in guns per capita. And those are just the legal kind…
We arrived, and right away, Wolfman pulls out three mucha lucha wrestling masks like we are about to either rob the joint or wrestle our food from the waitresses. At first I thought he had drumsticks and was going to play some kind of Okie drumroll on the tables to help pay for the four lunches he promised. But no, Dave had masks, and he meant business.
We posed.
We donned the masks for a photo shoot au naturale that showed off our boyish charm and rugged sense of Mexican fighting culture. I suddenly had a daring fantasy. I was El Generale de Burrito: a fighter, a man of mythic proportions who could conquer a ring of overstuffed mafiosos with a cape and a beady-eyed stare. I wanted to tag team my way into the restaurant, drag off a big plate of conquistador salads and taco shells. I wanted to pull plastic boots up my legs and stomp on the tabletops as if this were a Mexican restaurant in need of a salsa exorcism.
It was.
I grew desperate. My fantasy continued when my tamale arrived already stripped of its corn husk. What? No present to open? I imagined myself in a Mucha Lucha cartoon. I was The Flea screaming “Zapatos de ratas!” and gorging on my true love: food of all kinds. Of course I thought of The Flea again when chingpea dropped part of The Wolfman’s burger down into her cleavage. She went dumpster diving into her bra and The Flea in me was about to dive in as well. That’s his favorite pastime: dumpster diving. We three amigos stared.
Oh yes, next fantasy.
What more can I say? I haven’t really talked about the restaurant at all. I was bored. There was a gang-tagged kangaroo painting in the men’s room. The Turkey Day decorations were as festive as the old man with lipstick serving us. Just kidding. She was twenty and sang a stirring rendition of Mento Buru’s “Ballad de la familia de Jackson Cinco”. That was just before declaring Dave the winner of the stomachache race.
I had more fun wearing the mask and talking to friends than I did eating my strange tamale. I really just dreamed about Mucha Lucha warriors and dumpster diving. After all, I couldn’t even eat the cheese-covered burger. Besides, Willieboy was too fast.
Now go build a Mucha Lucha and send it to all your friends.
Chips and Salsa: *
Food: **
Service: **
Atmosphere: **
Read past Dos Banditos Restaurant Review articles:
Cemitas Poblanas stirs the stomach acids
Hunter's paradise buffet at El Cazador
Authenticity at the Arizona Cafe
La Costa Earwig
***************************************
Michael "Willieboy" Willis is a grizzled 46 year old graphic artist. His studio, coincidentally called "Willis Design Studios", has been operating in Bakersfield for the last 26 years. His 15 minutes of fame came in 1997 when he co-authored a best selling book about webpage design titled "Web Pages That Suck". The rest remains a mystery. His personal page is www.willieboy.com.
N.L. Belardes is a novelist and blogger out of Bakersfield, California. He’s on myspace.com/nlbelardes and www.nlbelardes.com.
Dave "The Wolfman" Wulfekuehler performs regularly at Buck Owens Crystal Palace as the Buckaroos faithful and fearless drummer. He recommends the Halibut as well as Buck's famous Chicken Fried Steak. You can find him regularly on Paperback Writer as DW.
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Thursday, November 16, 2006.
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though the food was a bit blah, the company was absolutely wonderful and entertaining!
i couldn't stop smiling, sitting there with such charming men... even when i was looking for that runaway bun and thought i was covering until i noticed you all get quiet. lol.
i especially loved the drink switch with willieboy! oh yeah! and that dave woogoogoo...just love him! and you're not too bad yourself there.
you mucha lucha boys had me giggling my socks off... i think you even entertained the passers by. classic... just classic.
keep up the entertainment!
OMG... those masks were GREAT! You should wear them DURING lunch next time. I triple dog dare you!
Willieboy won't. He's a sissy.
Willieboy won't. He's a sissy.
But... where are your stretchy pants?
Thanks for the review. I've never gone to La Colonia and thanks to this I never will.
I miss La Costa on Oak. :(
I'm sorry...but as Clem (Christopher Walken, Joe Dirt) would say "You're talking to me all wrong... It's the wrong tone. You do it again and I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron." Again, sorry, just had to get that off my chest. I believe that I am taking your review a bit personal since I have been going to La Colonia since I was in the womb. So for 30+ years I have loved this restaurant religiously. If you would have asked for hotter salsa, they would have produced a hotter salsa and brought it to you no problem. I am honestly at a loss for words. If you want to twist the knife a little bit deeper, you can go and review my other favorite restaurant (La Tapatia) and tear it to pieces with your hideous review. I don't know which one I will take more personal, since La Tapatia was one of the first places my mom worked at. And I love their food just as much as La Colonia.
oh oh... I think you just got called out willieboy.
My family has been going to La Colonia for years. I remember when it was a restaurant in an old house before they tore that down and built in its place in the same location the building the restaurant is in now. Lots of memories there...
However I agree with you that the food is bland and the service so so. I too am partial to Santiago's! Will the Banditos be going to Santiago's in their quest for good mexican food??
When I go to La Colonia, I always order the same thing. It's the one thing I can't get at other mexican restaurants. A quesidilla ranchera. It's like a mexican spicy pizza with no lettuce or bland rice and beans. It's good! But I always play it safe there and order what I know is good. :)
I'm always surprised by how unappetizing the food looks in the pictures of these restaurant reviews. So far, El Cazador's food looked the best in the pictures.
Great masks! Looks like you guys had fun!
Hey Melissa, the salsa was hot enough. Just wasn't very good. You clearly didn't read the entire review. Dave liked his food! And thanks for wanting to stab us in the face! Woo!
What??? You didn't wear them through the entire lunch? I'm so disappointed.
Nice review. I totally agree with you on that restaurant. I grew up in a Hispanic neighborhood and always had awesome Mexican food. It would be hard for me to ever really find a decent Mexican restaurant to call a favorite. Kudos to you banditos for trying.
BTW, what’s a woogoogoo?
Great pictures.
-J
It's funny. I remember when the Honest Reviewer (Marc DeLeon most likely. You know it was you Marc, don't deny) was posting reviews that focused on not just the positive but negative aspects of bands in the music scene, and old buddy Heath criticized me, and a lot of others for not expressing 'honest' reviews.
And now here we talk candidly about how we feel about food, and someone criticizes for us speaking in a fun open way. And to take us so seriously. Goodness. Now that's comedy.
Criticism from the Me and B Show... well, I refuse to turn the tables on their podcast. We all have the freedom of this new wave of technology at our fingertips and can express our mind on any topic. That's the beauty.
Maybe someone will start an "I love all Mexican food" blog, the way I write positive about most of Bakersfield music... the way the Me and B show probably talk positive about all adult toys. I don't know if they do. I don't listen to their show. I hope it's doing well, though.
The only thing hideous about this review(in MY opinion) is the dookie picture. eww. What was that? At first I thought it was an enchilada, but nobody mentioned eaten enchiladas.
Oh, and the hamburger. Sorry, not a big burger fan. Double ewww. I know, I'm weird like that.
Fries are another thing I can't stand. triple eww. Not that there was a picture of fries, but since they were mentioned in the article...
Mel..I mean Chingpea..PLEASE stop flirting! It's been over 13 years now and you still do it naturally. Aye Dios Mios! (Nick, I can give you some real stories on her...LOL)
As for the Lucha Ninos...where the heck have you guys been all our lives? The humor you guys bring! Unfortunately, I can see that some were affected by your review personally, but they need to understand that it's just your personal opinion!
Really, we have real world issues than to fret over what someone said about mi frijoles y arros that I been eating since I was a little one. Good gawd...I know some people are not going to like me for saying that, but hell, this is my comment and I'm allowed to say MY OPINION!
So N.L....I hear your personal salsa is pretty entertaining. Perhaps you should have your salsa be reviewed?? I would like to challenge your salsa the next time I fly back to California...what do you say??
Keep bringing the humor! I love it!
Salsa, woo! Thanks Lisa, but you don't even have to come to California. You can get the recipe off Willieboy.com and judge for yourself!
The argument "My parents took me there for the first time when I was two and I've been going ever since!" doesn't wash for me. My parents took me to Sizzler- that was a big night out. I loved it. Then I grew up and so did my tastebuds. Now, I will say that, unlike Pete Titthead or whatever his name is, we don't go back and try other stuff. It's a one shot deal. Ourthinking is that If it's truly a great place to eat, (like LaCosta) you could order anything and it would be good. Chili Colorado, chips & salsa sucked, ergo, other things could suck, ergo, I don't want to eat there again because there are 10,000 alternate Mexican Restaurants. (Again, I have no factual data to back that claim up). AND THAT is why N.L. and I are on this quest in the first place! To find the Holy Grail(s) of Mexican food. ¿Entienda? Bien!
Ah yes, ze quest.
N.L.....
I just read your recipe...dice tomatoes in a can? What type of frijoles have you been eating?!?! Aye chihuahua! You need to be cutting them tomatoes yourself! Get the mexicano deep down inside of you to come out and start chopping those tomatoes yourself!!
LOL. Awesome and I love the pic of you guys in the sombreros! You guys look like dos vatos locos! Ha!
Ahh, Lisa, I would have to have some kind of superhuman stamina to cut so many tomatoes by hand. Alas I am only half Mexican and it shows. I am shamed. I shuffle my feet and hang my head.
You guys are loco. You made me laugh this morning, which I desperately needed. Thank you.
Don't feel bad n.l. I ALWAYS keep cans of
1. diced tomatos
2. pinto beans
3. crushed garlic in a jar
For those days where I'm too rushed to start from scratch. And for those other really REALLY lazy days, I keep a can or two of Taco Bell brand refried beans and Pace Picante Sauce(it's made in San Antonio).
Yeah, I know. You don't even have to say it. And in case you're wondering.... NO I'm not ashamed to admit it.
And n.l. and willieboy I'll bet you BOTH that d.w. would wear the mask for lunch. He's cool like that.
Ay chingado! Good one guys...
BUT...
What you talkin' bout Willis??
Beware the wrath of Montezuma. His wrath is awakened by gringo jesters!!
Mwahahahaaaa!!!
Btw, I prefer Rastican..
Heheheeeee
All this talk of Mexican food made me hungry for it. I went to Santiago's for lunch! :)
Thank you again to sweet Chingpea( your new nickname is Sweetpea!), N.L. (remember, you and I were ready to wear those masks inside!), and my old Waste High Justy Queet Hall of Famer, Willieboy! I had a blast with ya'll, and I am blessed to have such friends. I apologize for giving you guys the rash of caca-googoo on that past review, but it was kind of funny. You guys are the real deal when it comes to dancing taste buds, so keep up the real deal reviews!
To that one blogger, though I did enjoy my meal experience there overall, I am not sure that just making the salsa hotter would've made it better. It was just a tomato pastey base with like, a little wang to it. You know...like if Campbells Soup Co. hired Wang Chung to write a Pop song for their new line of tastey paste-on nipple lickers!...sorry...uh...anyways...good luck with the dos banditos food review network boys! See ya round the campfire doggies!dave
Wow...people took the comment a little too serious. Geez, I was quoting Joe Dirt. I though that would be the obvious clue. Evidently my sarcastic humor did not play through. And as far as the podcast goes...that is just something that we do to vent about our crazy messed childhood/family. And I don't ask anybody to listen to it. And The Me and B Show does not talk positive about all sex toys, since there are some out there that are really horrible. However, I don't go talking bad on those products. If someone asks for my honest opinion, then I shall tell them. But I don't rant and rave on my podcast about toys that bad. All I am trying to do is operate a female-friendly, sex-positive adult toy site. End of story...end of posting.
Correction. Sorry. Grammatical error.
Wow...people took the comment a little too serious. Geez, I was quoting Joe Dirt. I though that would be the obvious clue. Evidently my sarcastic humor did not play through. And as far as the podcast goes...that is just something that we do to vent about our crazy messed childhood/family. And I don't ask anybody to listen to it. And The Me and B Show does not talk positive about all sex toys, since there are some out there that are really horrible. However, I don't go talking bad on those products. If someone asks for my honest opinion, then I shall tell them. But I don't rant and rave on my podcast about toys that are bad. All I am trying to do is operate a female-friendly, sex-positive adult toy site. End of story...end of posting.
lisa,
you're so funny! u of all people should know by now that i can't even tell if/when i'm flirting anymore. it's been so long... it's just my nature.
r u still mad about mack's market? u know u loved it. i'm fair to all... i have love for everyone. :D
****
j,
woogoogoo is dave's new last name. i was having a hard time remembering this sweet buckaroo's last name and one day just said that and it stuck. he's such a good sport. i'm a 'sweetpea' now because of it. lol.
peace y'all,
chingpea
Hey Willieboy.FUN FUN READING! In my opinion, Santiagos and La Costa are as good as it gets. Santiagos has the best cadillac margaritias in town. I love the music too, the guitar player and the Mariachis. Great shrimp Diablo and great extra hot DARK salsa (they would bring it to me every time...kind of like the diablo sauce.-- Emily
Now Emily knows what's shakin'. Santiagos! See, favoritism... is there a Holy Grail better than our faves?
Melissa- no harm no foul! BTW I wonder if I could get your comments on a butt plug I'm interested in buying on Ebay.
Iron Mike - Your Restaurant Reviews are a hoot! It's like being there....We used to go to Lola's in EastBako (east 17th st., I think)...our fav is La Costa on 21st St....we found a good one in Paso Robles called Senor Sanchos, consistant,
For great old skool mexican you should really go to Sinaloa Restaurant downtown. Order the chile verde burrito, taco, rice & beans and you will not be disappointed! If the "I've been going there since I was 3..." argument is considered valid in this forum than I shall use it, too, but the food is also fantastic. They serve pyranees bread and butter with salsa...I know it sounds weird, but give it a try! Now, the salsa is not your everyday pico de gallo variety, it is pureed tomatoes with hot peppers to spice it up...so you may not love the consistency, but the flavor is ridiculously good! Sometimes I crave it in the middle of the night. It's muy delicioso!!
I've been going to La Colonia since I was a baby! My aunt actually works there as a waitress and I think we had a family party there once. I love the quesadilla ranchera as well and is the only thing I'll order there! It's my personal tradition to order only that each time we go!
Can someone explain to me the quesadilla ranchera?
This is the best blog you've ever done. I laughed all the way through it.
Thanks
You guys are hilarious!
*Kayla
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