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It’s really not fair to take on the HR’s of another region as that’s bound to be rife with disagreements, stepping on toes and taste buds unique to an area. And who am I to argue with someones subjective sense of taste, even if it is wretchedly wrong? But when a restaurant dares to declare they serve “comida chingona”, you know that’s a fucking challenge! Caile cabrones, give me a plate of your finest Huevos Rancheros!<\/p>\n
Despite the sticker shock of $7.95 for the plate, and the lucha libre motif (another fallen victim to the kitsch wars) the place seemed decent enough, they even start you off with some chips…<\/p>\n
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…with whole beans on top! That’s some crazy, forward-thinking Arizonians cuz it was quite a nice starter. Chomping away and glancing around, I spotted the strangest sight I’ve ever seen in a Mexican restaurant: the cooks all appeared to be Gabachos. Mind you, this is Tucson, not Glasgow or London. It was stunning proof that any lingering issues in this country’s terrible history of race relations had all been squashed, in this here little eatery. Forward thinking, indeed. And all of a sudden, I get this…<\/p>\n
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Holy Shit! They’re playing a joke, right? Maybe they’re angry that the tables are turned and they’re serving me? Maybe there’s some secret code<\/a> I’m not getting? Nah, I’m sure it’s nothing like that, I convince myself, this must just be the way things are around these parts. Let me break this picture down for you:<\/p>\n On a cheap paper plate lined with that restaurant paper, they’ve placed a tostada (it’s in there!) and smothered it in watery whole beans, added a layer of squash and spinach, topped that with some veggie soy-chorizo, melted some queso Oaxaca over that, splashed in a tart sort-of lemony sauce, (whew, let me take a quick breather – vamos!) finally put the requisite fried eggs, and garnished the whole contraption with some parsley; what a nice delicate touch! Eating isn’t about rushing thru a mound of food, you’re supposed to take time and enjoy the various elements: this seems more apt for a trough, dispense with the fork and shove your face in it! They should’ve just wrapped the whole thing in a flour tortilla and invented the HR burrito! (Note to self: invent the HR burrito) Saddest of all, the individual items in this plate were actually tasty. The beans nice and fresh, the queso flavorful, eggs cooked just right, calabacitas were okay. (Though I should note, no spicy red sauce, no fried tortilla, and what’s with the parsley?) But when you add too many good things to a single tostada, all you get is a pile of edible goop, a bit of moderation (or a proper plate for that matter) in this dish would be an improvement. It’s a bitch trying to cut through that soggy tostada with plastic utensils on a sheet of paper, que mensos! Y que lastima.<\/p>\n So a solid round of boo, hisses go out to Martin’s Comida Chingona and another one to me for carelessly tasting the waters in towns down yonder, I should stick to what I know. What I do know is this: si comes comida chingona, te chingas!<\/p>\n Martins Comida Casera 557 N. 4th Ave Tucson, AZ 520.884.7909<\/p>\n PS. I just started posting over at blogging.la<\/a> where I plan to put stuff related to LA. If you want an even worse taste than HR’s made for maranos, subscribe to my feed<\/a>!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s really not fair to take on the HR’s of another region as that’s bound to be rife with disagreements, stepping on toes and taste buds unique to an area. And who am I to argue with someones subjective sense … Continue reading