Mexicali

Upon entering Mexicali I saw a busboy dumping a huge basket of tortilla chips into a warmer, and I though, oh here we go again another Mexican place that fakes how good they are. Lucky for them I was pleasantly surprised.

Although my waiter seemed to be one of the stupidest in his profession, which in my opinion is saying something, the food was really quite delicious. The menu was expansive with pages upon pages of options- something for everyone or just way to much to choose from. I decided to stick with the lunch menu so my fellow diners didn't get upset over the length of time it would take to narrow down and figure out what I wanted. Even the lunch menu has something for everyone... from a soup and salad pansy option to the gluttonous 1/3 lb "Mexi burger". I decided to go with something called the _insert Spanish adjective here_ cobb burrito.

I was slightly annoyed that they didn't keep the homemade chips flowing ( yes they were homemade) but it could have been that I insulted the waiter and his ability to remember drink orders. (Is it that hard to remember that the one person without the drink must have been the one that ordered the water?), but we really didn't reach the end of the basket till the food came. Come to find out _Spanish adjective_ Cobb Burrito meant, bleu cheese, squirts of guacamole, tender chicken chunks and something I've decided to call MexiRanch. I once again started to judge the place as one of those fake restaurants that healthy up everything, but after looking around the table I realized that maybe my reading of menu items descriptions should venture deeper than looking for chicken and guacamole in the list. Everyone else around the table had very traditional, and by traditional I mean fat American traditional, Mexican food.

In the end, my breath reeked, my stomach was full and my taste buds were happy... I really couldn't ask for more. If I did stars it would get a 3 out of 5.

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