Ron W.
Yelp
Mall dining elevated to a grand scale just when Malls are scaling back. Here it is.
The architectural elements and design are smart, sophisticated, and dramatic if you need all that to enjoy great Mexican food. Of course you do, it's South Coast. The space is open and breezy yet with the guest's comfort in mind. It's as cool as the first morning breeze at the beach.
In fact, it's like being in the prettiest part of Puerto Vallarta only without flies, thugs and Lower G. I. issues.
Calo is a perfect spot to plop under a Palapa after a grueling afternoon at Bulgari and Chanel.
Heaters are embedded into the ceiling with fans to waft the warmth over patrons overheated from enthusiastic eating.
The place is huge and it's packed every night. A large horseshoe Bar anchors the main dining room along with a massive Fire Pit suitable for slipping your Marriage Certificate into while celebrating your recent Dissolution. That explains the crowd crowding around the Pit.
Plus there is a small hidden Bar in the far reaches of the dining area. And there are a few intimate dining rooms sprinkled around the restaurant in case you're planning on proposing and taking another run at bliss with your new miss.
The Bar: Duh, Tequila forward. A few shots and you'll become more forward too. Mexi-craft Beers on Draft, and Mexcal to make you skip and go naked through the Mall. A short but tight Wine List rounds out your sobriety check check list.
My Cadillac Marg had Reposado plus Sweet and Sour and was fuerte como el Toro. Once I swizzled the rocket fuel lurking at the bottom of the Highball glass, the beast calmed itself and did its duty. Made feel good.
If you must have a Kir Royale I bet your server can walk the Bar Tender through it with Google's help.
The Staff: Trying...in a good way. Attentive knowledgeable, nice people dedicated to making your dining experience nice. Nice. So, make that trying and succeeding. Bella was lovely and totally professional.
Having finished my Caddy and quickly dispatched the first basket of Chips with Salsa Fresca, and warm Frijoles Negros I re-visited the ample menu and tried not to order with my eyes which is always a recipe for an error be it dining out or online dating.
Out comes the second basket of chips. (They do have salsa por la gente (read hot if you want red hot). This stuff was molecular acid that will drip through the hardwood table, your shoes and the subway tile floor on it's way to China. Be warned.
Were the chips as good as Superior Market? Nope. But they are the best commercial chips the hip will like. They are. Three baskets says that's true.
The Food: This kitchen can bring it.
I am a sucker for a Caesar done correctly. This version was very, very good. Start here. The Smokey Caesar had chopped Romaine laced with just the right amount of serious creamy Adobo Dressing. The kitchen added halved fresh tiny Tomatoes, Bacon Bits, and Queso Fresco (that hadn't been recently recalled as I recall), Crispy Onions and Avocado made this a terrific Salad.
It was Interesting and perfectly composed and balanced. Plus it kept me from ordering the Queso Fundido con Chorizo which doesn't appear on any Internist's preferred diet. Although maybe it should as sometimes you just have to say WTF. Thank you Risky Biz.
The Pollo Serrano made me nervous as I thought the heat might be relentless. It wasn't. I was still reeling from the Flame Throwin' Salsa with the Chips. The Habanaro Salsa won't blister your lips, it will burn'em off.
The Chicken Breast was laid to rest under a reservoir of Serrano Crema, topped with a tangle of Caramelized Onions, a charred Poblano Pepper spread eagle over more Frijoles Negros and a perfect Avocado fan. I'm a fan now. The mound of White Rice was, well, a mound of White Rice but good for some sopping so there was a purpose to it other than filling the plate.
The Chicken Breast flirted with being a touch dry but it was just a quick wink. The Sauce was a generous pour and all in all this was the right choice and worth a return trip.
The Pork and Pineapple Tacos with Refried Pinto Beans, Onions, Cilantro was a riff on Al Pastor. Now, you say Pineapple belongs on a Taco as much as it belongs on a Pizza. It's just wrong. But stuffing the house made Tortillas with Pork and the tart Pineapple was absolutely the right riff. A definite re-order.
The Chef here can do the trick for sure and the Calo crew are not callow.
So, Hal-lo, gotta go back to Calo.