I, too, cannot remember my 21st birthday. But I've had plenty since then, so it doesn't bother me.
TOD Mexican Restaurants: The pickings aren't that great here in Rehoboth Beach. They're not terrible, but not that great.
The really terrible place, which drags everything
way down, is called
Dos Locos. It's run by a couple of gringos who head on down to Mexico every winter and get drunk. They know nothing about Mexican food. Der Brucer had to add hot sauce to the beans, just to give them some flavor. The ground beef in the enchilada I had tasted as if someone had simply taken a handfull of chile powder and thrown it into the pot moments before scooping out the serving. And they are
so proud of their chocolate margaritas. Bleh, I say.
Next up is fairly good, truth to tell. It's a local chain called
Las Toltecas, and their food comes closest to what I think of as "authentic." Their salsa for the chips is served in a carafe, so you can pour out as much as you like (and there are bottles of hot sauce on the tables, if you want to boost the amount of capsaicin). And good margaritas. But the food is not like what we got in SoCal.
The best of the trio is
Tiajuana Taxi, which doesn't have a website and isn't very authentic. It's more "inspired by" than true south-of-the-border." But the food sure tastes good, and there's lots of it.
I suppose I shouldn't complain. Der Brucer still hasn't found a pizza place that he likes.
