A lovely mexican themed place, luchador masks, mariachi music, actual mexicans tending tables, et al. The food was tasty, if not lacking; totally not worth their price. But that's not the point, no siree.
They had these little coke bottles filled with a weirdly colored substance on every table, each with a little label. There were three:
A) Mild spice: "For argentinians"
B) Regular spice: "For true mexicans"
C) Really fucking hot spice: "For those who dare"
As soon as I read the labels, my gut reaction was that of the Argentinian Macho "Peh, so we get a washed down, pussy sauce? As if we couldn't handle some REAL heat? Fucking mexican assholes, they want daring? I'll show them daring!". But then my gourmet instinct kicked in, so i decided to taste each sauce individually, from lightest to strongest. I grabbed some nachos, and soaked them in the concoctions.
My verdict?
A) ... the fuck? No spice, no taste, nothing! If I wanted something hotter, I could've drank water! How hummiliating. -
B) True Mexicans do know their sauces! Balanced spice:taste ratio, a delicious bouquet of peppers, with ocoto ajíes, cayena pepper, and some tomato for good measure. Maybe some mustard? Not -really- spicy, but tasty as all get out. -
, 5/5 tongues for taste.C) Hot? Indubitably, this was the hottest sauce alright. But here's the deal: the heat covered the taste. I was basically chewing on a piece of crunchy cardboard. Fuck if I know what pepper it was based on... It seems like "those who dare" already killed their tastebuds with better stuff, so they didn't bother making it good. -
Final thoughts: Lame tacos, 2 subpar sauces... but the only good one made me wanna put on a zarape and kidnap the cook.
-L33T AsbestosPalate
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