Friday, March 12, 2010

Mixteca-no Mixteca




A few months ago, or years, I went to this Mexican eating establishment next door to my favourite curry house (Kabobs on 76th and Portland). The name of the place is Mixteca, I think it means mistake. Actually, I have no idea and usually, I am curious and would look up what this means but feel, on this occasion, just leave it alone. Mixteca is no Mistaka. The best authentic Mexican in town, easy.

I used to get take out, but one day, last year, Johnny Hockeypants and I went to eat in. What greeted us this time was a great picture of a yeeeewge sammy - the Torta Cubano! There was violins, harps and a choir singing as we gazed at this pictures gastronomic potential. We both ordered one immediately. Watching the cook make it was an experience in itself. The owner looked over her shoulder and barked at her to do it right (correction: maybe barked, because it was in Mexican. He was 'telling' her something). Like grilling:

Several Chorizo sosijiz, a fried egg, seasoned chicken scallopini, cured ham, queso fresco, cilantro, lettuce, pico de gallo, pickled onions, sliced habeñeros, mayo and ranchero sauce and stuffing this in a large Cuban Bap, was doing it the 'wrong way'.

We enjoyed our meal immensely. A very large sammer that titillates the tastebuds and reminds you that, "Oh Yeh, I forgot, I eat for pleasure of palate - fuck subway". 'Scuse the language but this sammy can turn you into a God. Ask Johnno.

So, we have been back a few times. The Tacos, Burritos etc... are all brilliant, made to order bundles of bounteous, sexy future Boluses, or is it Boli? Today I had the three taco plate (Threw in a pork Tamale for good measure). I included Barbacoa, Pollo Verde and a gorgeous Carnitas Triumverate. See first pic. Johnno actually picked his carnitas Burrito up and refused to place it back on the plate. He went to put it down for a breather and it was gone? Copperfield would've been proud. this was all before we even go tot he table. A true Warrior.



Then, our Pals Bry and Todd went for (their second visit) the Torta Cubano. This one was special. Todd's adrenaline helped him demolish his in maybe three breaths. Bryan's was perfectly executed and I had the honour of sitting next to the sandwich at the time. Doesn't matter what you are eating, you are always jealous of someone with a Torta Cubano in their hands. Second pic. Oh mIxteca is right by Fantasy Gifts, so you'll probably have no trouble finiding it. Say no more.

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