Reviewers shouldn’t be allowed to go to restaurants alone and then review them (I’m going to go on in this weird vein for awhile, so if you just want the details, skip to the numericals at the end). Half or more of a diner’s perspective is tied up with the reflective opinions of their eat-mate(s). Eating alone let’s you dwell on details that wouldn’t matter to those who have a social life. So, in breaking my new rule, let’s talk about the three sisters (Tres Hermanas).
The joint feels like a converted house and has much of its seating outside. The inside has a woven mat ceiling over mis-matched fans over wavy-backed banquettes and diner chairs. I liked the eclectic feel of the place, although the Mexican Love Boat background music has got to go.
I was a single, and they put me right up front and facing the entry. The hostess was begging with her eyes for me not to make her try her three words of English and simply pointed at spots until I nodded. Perhaps the effort wore her out because I didn't see her after that. My waiter, however, spoke perfect English although he took over the hosting duties and was often distracted.
I ordered the fajitas (carne) and hoped for the best. First came a complementary salad w/blue cheese that would have been the last full tray on a $1.99 all U Can Eat buffet: dark green fibrous lettuce with diced tomatoes and bottle dressing. I then wondered if I could cancel my order. When I say cancel my order, I’m really talking about throwing 10 bucks on the table and bolting. But, I stayed, if for no other reason than to have a complete meal to talk about here.
Because I was seated at the front door, and I was alone, I watched customers come in and sit down on a bench following “please wait to be seated” orders. The smart ones got up and found someone (usually my waiter) to seat them. One pair of ladies was there for 5 minutes and seemed startled when someone asked them if they wanted a table.
To fortify myself for the next course, I ordered a Patron Anejo (for $9). I’m pretty sure that they didn’t give me what I ordered. Really good tequila doesn’t have you reaching for salt and lime, and this one did. How do you fix a problem like that, though? “This isn’t what I ordered.” “Yes, it is”. Blah.
After reading the previous paragraphs, you would expect me to use this one to describe how much I hated the fajitas. I was really ready to. But they were _excellent_. The carne (a medley of beef, green peppers, onions and spices) was moist, the beef marinated perfectly and tasty. The accompanying guacamole was spicy and fresh, with the right tang of citrus. The flower tortillas were warm, slightly toasted and had a nice flavor. I’ve eaten fajitas in Mexico City, Los Angeles, Texas, New Mexico and in my braver moments made them myself. This dish was right up with the best (certainly better than mine).
So what’s my verdict? I’m really torn. The service was ok, the ambiance was ok, the salad and drink weren't right, but the fajitas were lovely. I'd come back with some colleagues, I suppose. A good entree makes up for many sins.
1 = Bad, 10 = Outstanding
Food: 6 (this would have been a 3 but the fajitas were awesome)
Ambiance: 6 (Eclectic with plenty of patio space - yucky music)
Service: 5 (They refilled my water glass, but not great)
Price: $30 for one with a $9 drink and no dessert
Can they fix a decent martini? I don’t know, but the tequila didn't taste like $9.
2416 K St
Sacramento, CA 95816
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