Maurice G.
Yelp
I'm not naive in thinking that El Paso is some type of foodie haven, and as I expand my experiences outward, its glaringly obvious to me that local versions of ethnic staples are profoundly abysmal in quality.
The city's primary example is this restaurant, Como's, which has been consistently rated as the top Italian joint for several years. If local rival Cappetto's is Italy's Giacomo Puccini, then this place is Tennessee's Rascal Flatts.
What was supposed to have been a very basic meal, turned out to be a crucible in dining. When the server finally decided that HE was ready to take our orders, I asked for the spaghetti with meat balls and a dinner salad. On the salad, I wanted olive oil and a side of lemon. This seemed absurd to him, but he agreed. I was pretty amused to find out that the absurdity was in the fact that the salad consisted of wet iceberg lettuce, which, in fact, tastes like garbage combined with olive oil, salt, and lemon. I guess I expected something a bit more creative from El Paso's "numero uno" Italian spot.
The spaghetti with meatballs were hardly any better. Actually, i think the dish was worse than the salad. The sauce tasted very much like watery Ragu, like they were trying to make the sauce stretch for the rest of the evening, and the meatballs were burnt and hardened so that you couldn't eat a single one all the way through.
The chianti was the only thing worth rating as a positive although it was served in a water-spotted carafe.
I truly feel for El Paso for what passes as suitable dining in this city.