Rick B.
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Salsa Limón: El Campeón Holds the Crown
Nestled in the heart of downtown Dallas, Salsa Limón Flor de Mayo carries a distinct retro charm and an unapologetically bold menu. But one item in particular is being whispered like a secret across city blocks: El Campeón.
Let’s begin there, because that’s where the real sermon happened.
This burrito—no, this revelation—comes packed to the seams with slow-cooked barbacoa, creamy avocado, refried beans, Spanish rice, melted cheese, a silky fried egg, and a pop of cilantro crema that kisses everything into cohesion. Then they do the unthinkable: they grill it flat-top burrito-style until the edges seal and the flavors marry.
Now, you better come hungry—because this is not your average roll-and-go wrap. It’s a heavyweight. I made it halfway before I tapped out, and I’m not ashamed. The portion is generous—honestly built for two souls, or one very brave lunchtime gladiator with no afternoon plans.
That said, the El Campeón lives up to its name. It’s rich but well-balanced, hearty but with a lightness that comes from the cilantro and avocado. You’ll get hits of salt, fat, freshness, creaminess, and smoke in each bite. There’s an almost spiritual harmony to it.
Then there’s the fresh-squeezed orange juice. A decent supporting act—refreshing, bright, clean—but not quite the transformative elixir I expected from the hype. It’s good, but not essential.
Chips and salsa? Let’s talk truth. The chips were warm, yes—but flavorless. No salt, no seasoning, no character. They were just… there. The salsa looked like it had potential, but once you taste it, it’s mostly watery with a lack of depth. A flat note in an otherwise symphonic meal.
The atmosphere at Flor de Mayo holds its own. It’s bright, casual, and slightly quirky—somewhere between a 1950s diner and a lucha libre temple. Staff are efficient and the kitchen moves with purpose.
In summary, El Campeón is the reason to come—full stop. Skip the chips. Sip the juice if you’re feeling citrusy. But that burrito? That burrito is the main event. Just don’t try to face it alone unless you’re ready for the consequences. Bring a friend, split it in half, and let gratitude do the rest.