Sunday: Dinner at Amigo’s: When we walked up to Amigo’s it was apparent that this was not a typical night. From the outside we could see the Mariachi on the inside dancing and singing his way around the restaurant. When we walked in, it was surprisingly busy, and several tables were passing around bottles of tequila while enjoying the music. We sat down, and I asked for my usual Chili Verde. It turns out they were out of pork. For some reason, I was actually pleased to hear this. It implied that they didn’t just have crates and crates of frozen pork sitting in a freezer somewhere. I then ordered the Chili Colorado, which is chunks of beef in a spicy red sauce. While the sauce was excellent, beef is not nearly as forgiving a meat as pork is, and it came out tough and overdone. I still enjoyed the meal though, but I’m hoping next time around they have pork.
Tuesday and Wednesday: Dinner from Asian Express: I was sick as a dog this week. It’s why I had Amigo’s yesterday, and why I had Chinese food two nights in a row. I loaded it up with chili oil and schiracha sauce, and for a few hours afterwords enjoyed an evening free of congestion, sinus pressure, and phlegm. The first night, I ordered orange chicken, and it was your typical take-out chinese fare. The breading on the chicken was soggy, and there was way too much sauce. Of course with enough hot sauce, it was delicious. The second night, I ordered chicken with garlic sauce, and this was surprisingly good. The stir fry is definitely better than the deep fried stuff. I think it’s safe to generalize that to all chinese take-out.
Lunch from Feast: Kate picked me up a Reuben. I was disappointed. I think I just have strong preconceptions of what a Reuben should be, and the sandwich from Feast was not that. I don’t blame Feast for this, because the sandwich was good. When I think of a Reuben, I think of excess. An oversized piece of Rye piled high with corned beef, sauerkraut, swiss, and dressing oozing out on all sides. What I got from Feast was a healthily portioned and meticulously assembled interpretation of a Reuben. Again, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just not what I had in mind. Here’s a Reuben from Katz’s Deli in New York for what I had in mind:
