I have eaten a lot of tacos in my day. I consider myself to be a taco aficionado. I will probably eat just about any type of taco offered to me, but I just have no patience for really bad tacos. Although my expectations in the DC area are rather low, rarely am I genuinely offended by the tacos I eat.
Taco Pato, Chancho and myself set out to Virginia on this past saturday to find a nice taco truck. Unfortunately instead of listening to my amiga Veronica we decided to check out a little establishment in Alexandria called Taqueria el Poblano. After reading the name, I was excited for some good tacos hopefully made by some people from Puebla. There is a specialty there called a Cemita, which is the torta of Puebla. Meat, cheese, avocado, chipotle peppers, mayo, tomatoes, lettuce all on a sesame bun. Pretty delicious if you ask me. Much to my dismay, Taqueria el Poblano did not have cemitas. Heartbroken, I saw that they had tacos al pastor so my hopes for the restaurant were briefly lifted. This feeling did not last long. Tacos al pastor only available after 5:30 p.m. Are you fucking kidding me? I pleaded with the waiter but my attempts were useless. I settled for pork, fish, and beef tacos. I wanted to get a range of different options. Let me start off by saying that not a single tortilla that myself or my associates was served was heated at all. If you’ve ever had a corn tortilla, which isn’t heated through you know it is far from edible. That being said not only the tortillas, but also the fillings were cold. The only saving grace was the fish taco as it was pretty tasty. The fish was fried nicely, helping it retain its heat, and it was served with the traditional cabbage. The beef and pork tacos, on the other hand, were about as bad as they come. When you get tacos that are topped with lettuce, and unnaturally colored, unmelted cheddar cheese just walk away. This is the American bastardization of what I love so much. I have never eaten so little of what I ordered at a restaurant. I was embarrassed when the waiter came by, and almost everything of what I ordered remained on my plate, and I did not want a doggie bag. I think what offended me so much was that this was supposed to be a good authentic taqueria. The D.C area has a long way before it starts getting serious about Mexican cuisine.
-Geraldito
To piggy back on Geraldito’s post, I also like to think of myself as somebody who can appreciate the beauty of a wonderfully prepared taco. As we walked into the Taqueria Poblano, I had high hopes as they had various accomplishments and awards displayed above the indoor seating area. Also, their website reassures California residents like myself that, “If your roots happen to be in Mexico, California, or Texas; you will find that you no longer have to return home to find those true Mexican flavors that you have been craving!
I have found that anywhere you go the best food can be found at the establishments frequented by the locals, and it has never failed me. Taqueria Poblano, despite its name being in Spanish and having what seems to be a menu of all the essential Mexican dishes, was packed full of Gringos, a foreshadowing of what was to come. Despite my complete concurrence with Geraldito’s comments above, the restaurant did have a few aspects that made it…well, less shitty. The chips and salsa weren’t bad, although they were not spectacular. The margaritas were surprisingly delicious as I had expected them (after their taco performance) to bring me out one of the ice-blended frozen smoothies that you find at most Tex-Mex locales.
At the end of the meal, Geraldito needed to be restrained from physically assaulting whomever was responsible for our butchered tacos
Salud
-Chancho