to those who would claim there is no decent mexican food in the boston area, i have but one thing to ask:
why were you not eating at taqueria el amigo last evening?
set and setting yield the usual mosh pit of human experience:
- the tall white dude with the "phish" t-shirt and the smoking hot wife ordering for their two astonishingly beautiful children, the ground crew behind me quietly debating chainsaws and chippers, the guy in the permanent sunglasses and earbuds who would appear to be biding his time until the hit that he has been contracted for gets out of work.
a soccer match chatters away on the t.v. and harleys belonging to the guys drinking in the Hose Trough Tavern (now THATS a name!) next door burble along on the sidewalk outside,
its a robert rodiguez film even before you order, but then you do.
the girls seemed to have gone home for the evening my and the older gentleman takes my order as the two guys at the grill crank away at multiple orders ahead of me, it still only takes about ten minutes and the piping hot food is still almost too hot to eat after the 10 minute drive to the house.
the platos mexicano is phenomenal. the chorizo quesadilla with lettuce, tomato, and a sour cream drizzle plays the warm spicy sausage against the cool additions. the chicken enchilada uses the same toppings, adding a dark sauce and some rice to a very good chicken filling, for a wonderful, subtle difference, i cant stop eating. the included taco is beef ( i requested cabeza) is slightly spare and could have used a little more meat, but its a quibble for meat this good on fresh, doubled-up, soft tortillas. the housemade hot sauce included with the food is almost worth a trip by itself, not a red pepper sauce but an herbal mix of spices and heat and smoke. awesome.
the platos comes with rice and refried beans, usually a casual throwaway are, in this place, revelatory to me. the rice included in most takeout food has been sitting out for...well, who knows how long? this was fresh and hot and matched up perfectly with the beans with have a decent amount of spicy heat and were also searing in the temperature department and i dont leave any. washed down with a cold sixpoint bengali tiger, its the best thing i have had in weeks and my chops in the kitchen are not bad.
my usual tack is to order a burrito to eat the following morning. i order the al pastor and figure i should get a vegetable one for my girl that she can eat tomorrow when she gets up from working the night shift, the older gentleman misunderstands me and gives me TWO vegetable burritos and ONE al pastor. no worries.
now that i have finished the entire platos mexicano, really, the only thing to do is dig in to the still hot ( an hour later), vegetable burrito. a mushrooms, green pepper, tomato and grilled onion seared on the flat top and rolled up perfectly in a large flour tortilla . there is a good hit of smoke and char in this sandwich that gets missed in the usual veggie offering. i dont even miss the meat.
NOW my stomach hurts.
cold al pastor and chili burrito for breakfast and its great.
growing up in new england and even travelling fairly extensively in the united states i have to say i never really understood the fervent love for mexican food. its use of the same elements over and over can lend itself to "it all tastes the same" in uncaring hands. but wow, if you eat this food and are unmoved then you just dont care for the cuisine itself. i am a convert and have begun to discern between what can be fairly subtle differences to start with.
i have the crew at Taqueria el Amigo to thank for that.
oh, and the platos mexicano, two vegetable burritos, burrito al pastor and a fanta orange soda made with cane sugar (that tasted like it did when i was ten) while i waited cost me 25 dollars.
did i say i was in love with this place?