I don't fancy myself a food critic but I think I may quickly become one. But first I need to go find some liquid Drano. I am afraid, very afraid of whatever I just ate. I figure that gargling the Drano will take care of the mouth and then I'll swallow some down in an effort purge my insides. Okay kids, I am not being serious about the Drano thing but I am quite nervous about the after effects of the, um, food I just suffered through.
For starters, any time you visit an establishment and the name reminds you of a bowel movement, find somewhere else to go. There exists in Cedar City a Mexican restaurant that goes by the name Mi Pueblo. Need I spell out my reference to bowel movement? I'll pass.
We've actually patronized two Mexican restaurants this week and the race for which is the worst is quite close. I think others will agree that Mi Pueblo edged out La Fiesta for that coveted title. Here is my quick critic: that food was terrible. And now a more in depth look. We'll start with the chips and salsa. This was my favorite part of the meal. That said the chips were a bit thick, somewhat stale and not really flavorful. The salsa was okay but I like it a bit thicker.
When the food came out mom got hers first. She got a tostada salad and the presentation was bad. It looked like iceberg lettuce thrown on some beans, sprinkled with tomatoes and cheese. Not at all appealing. When the rest of the food came we all got started and quickly realized that the beans were burned and the sauce had a burned flavor as well. Beyond the burned flavor nothing else really stood out. It was bland but heavy on the sauce. It didn't look appealing either. I like a burrito with a little heft, these were flat. Also, cheese please. I don't know where the cheese was in this meal.
I sat there scratching my head wondering how this place was in business. I would be embarrassed if we served food like that. It was just bad.
So probably not real good as a critic but that is what I have to offer. I guess one final note. If you are looking for good Mexican food in Cedar, you know, where you sit down with the classic chips and salsa and spend a few minutes in a menu trying to decide between a chimichanga or the fajitas, well, best of luck. There are a couple other places I have not tried but I am not so sure I want to brave them, not unless I have my trusty bottle of Drano-on-the-go with me.
For starters, any time you visit an establishment and the name reminds you of a bowel movement, find somewhere else to go. There exists in Cedar City a Mexican restaurant that goes by the name Mi Pueblo. Need I spell out my reference to bowel movement? I'll pass.
We've actually patronized two Mexican restaurants this week and the race for which is the worst is quite close. I think others will agree that Mi Pueblo edged out La Fiesta for that coveted title. Here is my quick critic: that food was terrible. And now a more in depth look. We'll start with the chips and salsa. This was my favorite part of the meal. That said the chips were a bit thick, somewhat stale and not really flavorful. The salsa was okay but I like it a bit thicker.
When the food came out mom got hers first. She got a tostada salad and the presentation was bad. It looked like iceberg lettuce thrown on some beans, sprinkled with tomatoes and cheese. Not at all appealing. When the rest of the food came we all got started and quickly realized that the beans were burned and the sauce had a burned flavor as well. Beyond the burned flavor nothing else really stood out. It was bland but heavy on the sauce. It didn't look appealing either. I like a burrito with a little heft, these were flat. Also, cheese please. I don't know where the cheese was in this meal.
I sat there scratching my head wondering how this place was in business. I would be embarrassed if we served food like that. It was just bad.
So probably not real good as a critic but that is what I have to offer. I guess one final note. If you are looking for good Mexican food in Cedar, you know, where you sit down with the classic chips and salsa and spend a few minutes in a menu trying to decide between a chimichanga or the fajitas, well, best of luck. There are a couple other places I have not tried but I am not so sure I want to brave them, not unless I have my trusty bottle of Drano-on-the-go with me.
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