Anna F.
Yelp
This review should serve accurately, regardless of COVID-19 conditions:
Pulling up to the restaurant, I could tell it was going to be an experience I'd never forget...Little could I suspect that in addition to leaving with heartburn, I bear the mental scars that harken to all the signs and symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress.
In order of appearance:
1. Atmosphere: looks decent, but plays music I'll suited for a Mexican restaurant.
2. Service: slow, but at least courteous and friendly.
3. Appetizers: the chips were old and unseasoned and had definitely spend a long time under a heat lamp. The salsa was definitely sub par, was very vinegary and had an unpleasant consistency. This was exacerbated by the "chili con queso" which in both flavor and consistency significantly underperformed homemade queso made of velveeta and rotel.
This relative disappointment served as only the foundation for the the greatest atrocity ever committed by a "Mexican Restaurant".
4. The dinner: my spouse, so disappointed up to this moment decided against ordering an entree. I, however, was determined to try and give this place a fair shake.
*as a general rule, I judge Mexican restaurants based on their Carne Asada.
That being said, I ordered the Carne Asada and was greeted to the most horrific plate of "food" I have ever had the displeasure of tasting. The Asada was the consistency of a significantly overcooked Salisbury steak and that's saying something since it was ordered as "medium" (I prefer medium rare, but since they had started on such a bad foot, I tried to play it safe). This was smothered in a bell pepper and tomato concoction that could barely hydrate the "meat" to a level just above Jack Links beef jerky. Add to this pitiful display, the rice mash (I suppose it was supposed to be rice, but it was so overcooked and under seasoned It could have passed for playdough) matched by a perfectly abysmal refried bean sauce that had some of the lovely queso from earlier incorporated into its pathetic existence.
Long story short: I wouldn't recommend this restaurant to a stray dog, let alone someone who would be expected to pay for an experience as terrible as mine.
I'd be willing to wager that the shady income tax and title work shop down the block could easily best this establishment in any culinary endeavors. Not to mention, the mini tacos my spouse picked up from the seven-eleven across from our hotel trounced whatever abomination could crawl forth from the hellpit of a kitchen in the bowels of "Case de Castillo".