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Businiess name:
Rosa's Mexican Food
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Review by:
citysearch c.
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This used to me one of my all time favorites. I have more than a few of their Holiday Calendars around my house. I can't say that I recall ever being there early on a weekday. I'm guessing that may have been the problem. The Chef wasn't there yet and being a weekday they let things slide unlike an all day busy Saturday or Sunday. The rice: straight from having been saved in the refrigerator - zero flavor. The re-fried frijoles - the same and not even an attempt to make it seem fresh with a drop of cheese on it. The enchilada - another epic fail but what was most miserable, and insulting, was the poor, sad,shriveled up chunk of what might have been, long ago, before it was made in a batch and frozen, a tamale. Whoever was in the kitchen was allowed to make an attempt at a taco. Hint: strain the meat so it doesn't soak the tortilla. It may seem ""authentico"" to tourist, but at my Nana's house the taco's didn't disintegrate the moment you lifted it leaving a jumbled mass of a mess. The idea is that a taco isn't a pile of ingredients; it's something you hold in one hand and eat. Not something you use a spoon and knife to wipe up. I could mention a Mexican Restaurant or two on the south side where the families have never, ever, rested on their reputation. There is always someone actually cooking in the kitchen. To top this disaster off was the, ""I so don't want to be here.."" personality challenged (but so superior because it's her family that owns what is left of what used to be a great place) girl at the register. She was about two feet from the register on a stool and never leaned forward at all. Pleasantries or conversation? Forget about it. Can someone so young have their face immobilized by Botox? 2 stars. Off my list. None of this made me feel like it's worth another try anytime soon.
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