Hugo Hernandez
Google
Where do I start…
Border Grill looks nice enough when you finally find it, with a modern setup, but nothing about the décor screams “Border” or feels like it leans into Mexican culture. It’s just… simple.
Now, my wife and I live this food—we know Mexican food. So when even our waiter, in the most polite and respectful way, warns us: “That’s not what you think it’s going to be”—you know something’s off. He knew our culture and tried his best to set expectations so we wouldn’t be blindsided. Honestly, credit to him, because without his guidance it would’ve been even more disappointing.
The food itself?
Ribeye steak: Cooked to absolute perfection—one of the best I’ve had. If this place leaned into just doing steaks, they’d have a gem on their hands. The problem was the presentation: drowned in fancy sauces that all ran together instead of letting each stand out. The random three fried potato balls on the side? Didn’t make sense, and definitely didn’t feel Mexican. Funny enough, the best thing here wasn’t even Mexican at all.
Pozole: If you’re Mexican, you know exactly what you expect when you hear that word. What arrived was smoked pork belly in a broth that didn’t resemble traditional pozole at all. Edible, yes—but not authentic. On top of that, it was overly salted, while the salsas that came with other dishes strangely lacked salt altogether. That imbalance made the whole meal feel off. And the fact it didn’t come with tortillas or tostadas? That’s a miss.
“Sweet tamale” sampler: Looked great on the plate, but once unwrapped it was mushy, undercooked, and closer to a pudding than a tamal. On top of that, they paired it with pico de gallo—which has no business being on a sweet dish. Sour cream worked, sure, but the pico killed it.
This isn’t Mexican food. It’s someone’s interpretation of it. And when you name a place Border Grill, you’re setting expectations you don’t meet. If they want to keep doing “reinterpretations,” fine—just be honest and call it fusion.
Sometimes, sticking to what’s authentic and real is best. A solid, traditional Mexican dish on a plain white plate would’ve beat all the fancy twists here. Not everything needs a “vision.”