139-143 Westbourne Grove
W11 2RS
Tel: 020 7229 4734
Date of Last Visit: Saturday, July 30th, 2005
The Victims: Rutton, Michael, Connie
The Damage: 25 GBP each?
Ah, Mexico. I have memories of big waves and drinks served in pineapples. In this country, I’d pay the same for my pineapple at Tesco’s as I would for my cocktail IN the pineapple in Mexico. But more than Mexico, I remember Chicago Mexican, where at 2 a.m. on a Friday and 3 a.m. on a Saturday, there’s a Burrito Joint on every corner, beckoning. How I love the fajita burrito–which I can only imagine is a Chicago invention. Rather than the minced meat of a burrito, the fajita burrito uses nicer cuts of meat and is OH SO delicioso.
I was SO very excited for the opening of Taqueria. I read about it in Time Out and thought, this is the place for me. I was not alone. We arrived and they don’t take bookings so we we weren’t the only ones waiting on the pavement. Finally, we were seated and immediately pleaded for margaritas. How I LOVE a margarita on the ROCKS (that’s ice, kids) with salt. Yummy. They arrived, and well, they were small, but I was okay with that. It had been a long time, after all. And nothing will ever compare to Uncle Julio’s Hacienda. (The swirls! My God, the swirls!)
We quickly pushed the rest of our order in. Skirt steak tacos. Corn on the cob. (Michael’s, mit Mayonaisse.) Avocado with lime juice. Refried beans! (I love refried beans, a much maligned dish. They are so delicioso.) It took a while. But service was very friendly and when they made a mistake, they were humble and fantastic and lively about it. Good stuff. Ruton asked where the chips and salsa were–bad Rutton!–but our waitress politely noted that that wasn’t authentic Mexican.
The corn on the cob was beautiful. I never knew I liked corn on the cob so much. The skirt steak tacos were perfect. The avocado was my absolute favorite. So wonderful. The only down side to everything was the crazy weird salad with russian dressing type thing that Rutton ordered. It looked like a salad with Russian dressing. Weird.
The Verdict: Cheap thrills. Expensive margaritas, but hey you have to make your margin somewhere. Delicious. Not very atmospheric, but delicious. Go here. And pray that this encourages burrito joints to be just as popular as kebab shops.
