Especially if Falcon orders the Taco Salad from El Mesquite Mexican Grill, because something is wrong. Falcon doesn't order anything with "Salad" in the name of the dish.
After rushing him to the emergency room, we discover that it doesn't matter what you order at El Mesquite: everything is good. Not to say that it's like eating at the Taj Mahal or anything... it's certainly not the best restaurant in the world, but if you're looking for above average Tex-Mex, using good quality ingredients, at a place where they're not afraid to actually season their food, you can't do any better than El Mesquite, at least, not on the West Bank.
In previous visits, I've had the fajitas, which have always been much more flavorful than at most places serving the same dish. My default order is a cup of the Mexican Cowboy Bean Soup (a must eat, thoroughly delicious - Falcon is converted as well) and the Quesadilla lunch. They use queso fresco which tells me, right away, that they mean business and shredded chicken, another dead giveaway in the quality department. The quesadilla is then flattop grilled with some butter. Sides of rice and beans, but really, who gives a rat's ass about rice and beans?
Mama's Boy ALWAYS gets the Supreme Burrito, but what's really strange is that every time we go, he has a different addition / subtraction from the dish, as if he's trying to mold it into something that his pre-pubescent taste buds can wrap themselves around. I've thought about recommending he order the grilled cheese off the kids menu, but Mama's Boy is a lot bigger than I am. If I insult him, he might give me a wedgie.
El Mesquite: It's kind of like getting picked second for the pick up team. You're not the best player in the world, but you're good enough that they want you to play with them.
Worst. Analogy. Ever.
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