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This is gonna be a quick one. I happened to be out in San Bernardino and in need of breakfast\/lunch, so I just followed the roads waiting for a decision. These random driving experiences are kinda awesome in that you have the time to look for a place to eat, choosing randomly on whatever odd variants happen to seem appropriate. This sign seemed intriguing, might as well get a taste of the regional HR’s.<\/p>\n
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This place was a throwback to another era, some might call it homey, I just call it the manteca era. The chips smelled lardy and were glistening with fat, and that sheen never dissipated. Kinda weird. The salsa was nice but I decided to lay off the chips after a few samples.\u00c2\u00a0 Oh boy, what should I expect next?<\/p>\n
Because of certain variables I’d already noticed, I decided to ask if the Huevos Rancheros come with meat on them. They do (I knew it!) so I asked if they could make them without. Of course, they claimed. Cool, I tought. But the misgivings persisted.<\/p>\n
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When I first got my HR’s, it had huge chunks of pork on top. Ugh. The waiter noticed that I was hesitating and remembered that I didn’t want that, so he took it away. A few minutes later, my plate arrived looking just like the previous one only without the chunks and with food remains lingering on the edge of the plate, tell-tale signs that they just scraped the chunks off the dish. Wrong! But I’m not a complainer, I’m adjusted to the idea of things not going my ideal way. Many people have tried to school me into demanding a certain level of customer service but that’s just not me. It’s a cultural thing, they wouldn’t understand. Fuck it, breakfast is served.<\/p>\n
The so-called papas on the menu turned out to be french fries, which is technically correct but a damn lie nonetheless. The beans: sadly lardy. The HR’s were oily but not lardy. The red sauce was tomatoey and predictable, and NO TORTILLA underneath the eggs, the one variant that defines the dish. This place was Chicano food through and through, hitting all the notes but at all the wrong places. I ain’t coming back, no doubt about it. But the place seems to be popular with the locals.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, the locals are wrong.<\/p>\n
MITLA CAFE<\/strong><\/span> This is gonna be a quick one. I happened to be out in San Bernardino and in need of breakfast\/lunch, so I just followed the roads waiting for a decision. These random driving experiences are kinda awesome in that you … Continue reading
\n602 North Mount Vernon Avenue
\nSan Bernardino, CA 92411
\nPhone: (909) 888-0460
\nwww.mitlacafe.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"