Dondé está el comido de Mexicana?

Let me first say, I am in LOVE with Mexican food. Mmmmmmm, I could live on beans and guacamole for the rest of my life if I had to. Throw in a little habaneros and onions and I´m in heaven! You can imagine my excitement after not eating Mexican food for almost two months and seeing a restaurant sign advertising real Mexican cuisine. After doing the happy dance on the sidewalk and wiping the drool from my chin, I entered the quaint establishment with my new amigo and English student, Davidé.

The place was bright and cherry showcasing many historical scenes in Mexican history. There was even a sombrero on the wall that sealed the deal. The tables were very small and the chairs super uncomfortable, but I reminded myself I was here to eat some grubbin´mexican food not make friends with the furniture. Davidé and I ordered the chilé colorado and guacamole with chips. It was almost 3 pm and we were both starving! After a short time, the food came and then ¨there was light.¨ The angels weren´t singing, but I was going to after finally drawing my fork to commence eating the most beloved food in the world. Well, to put it in the nicest way, the chilé colorado tasted like arse! I was so amped up to have some spicy chicken, but this was nada.

The dish was nothing like the REAL chilé colorado. This dish had miniature pieces of chicken, like get stuck in your teeth SMALL pieces of chicken, in a watery bleu cheese kind of sauce. I could have at least drank the soupy liquid that was supposed to be sauce, if it was spicy, and would have been a little content. What made it worse was I was supposed to pour this ¨soup¨ and chicken flecks into a tortilla and eat it like a taco. Shyyyyyeah right!! Who are they kidding? Let´s just say Davidé´and I tried and it looked like our tacos were peeing and as if we had just drank out of the toilet bowl! No me gusta!

We couldn´t stop laughing or asking for napkins for that matter. After drinking our lunch, we decided we were still hungry and set on down the road towards a small tapás bar. After a few cervesas and a huge calamari dish, we were sound as a pound.

While eating Mexican food in España is ill-advised, nothing seals the deal like a couple cold cervesas with a friend.