Robert H.
Yelp
I die a little inside every time a local Austin restaurant closes. It hurts not necessarily because I'm attached to every place but because every one of them played a role, some tiny and some massive, in my own Austin coming of age tale that began the first week of September 1999.
Its the same way we mourn celebrities from our youth, think of talents like Robin Williams, David Bowie and Betty White.
Then you think of the one-hit wonders who are now playing roadside bars, singing that one song three or four times to a couple dozen people, reminiscing of the good old days while they sing it for the fifteen-thousandth time.
Sazón reminds me of the latter in so many ways. It was once a decent staple, the place you'd got for a good margarita and some carne guisada. You didn't expect to get blown away but you never got disappointed.
Those seem like the glory days now...
I don't even feel like describing the food because it's consistent with the rest of the experience. It just feels like the folks at Sazón have given up. The food had not flavor, the obviously store-bought tortillas were Randall's quality, not H‑E‑B. Nothing, absolutely nothing, reminded me of the Sazón from the past decade.
I'm sorry all, it was just beyond disappointing. This place is sitting on a prime space on one of the busiest thoroughfares in one of the hottest emerging markets in the country, possibly the planet, and I don't think they realize the opportunity they're taking for granted.