and fresh smell of fresh corn tortillas escapes and gently burns my fingers.
I am facing a oval plate laden with beans (which I taste but I really do
not need to toot all day tomorrow), some mushy rice which I skip as the
taste is just so-so, a mixture of grilled chicken, chunky pieces of
onion, red and green peppers that I laden onto the shells and add the
guacamole and salsa sauce.
The dish is garnished with a radish rose and a slice of orange. Stikes
me as funny as it is not something I expect in a Mexican restaurant. It
does add a note of freshness.
I did not know what else to order off this working-class menu. I don't
read Spanish and my understanding of Mexican dishes is minimal - I think
of them as being fatty, deep fried, greasy.
I did get a thirst quenching dos equis xx.
In the background the jukebox is blaring out Mexican ballads
For some reason it reminds me of Finland. Old tunes mixed with new.
The walls are decorated with bud light neon lights and other beer promo
pieces. As you walk in you have the coolers full of beer soft drinks
and water.
Overall decent value - $12 for the fajitas; $4.50 for beer; salsa and
chips for free and the only pricey item was a small bowl guacamole for
five. This is in Disneyland territory after all.
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