Monday 26th September 2011
“It’s somewhere down on Washington, I think,” Said Ben. “I can find out for you.”
In 1998 my wife & I hit the road for 5 weeks. Our journey started in Seattle & concluded in San Diego. We are lucky enough to have friends at both points & so had the thrill of dining in the Space Needle as well as in Tijuana. The food we ate was indeed one of the many highlights of the trip, illustrated perfectly by the 72 photographs I took to remember those Alaskan crab legs we ate in Seattle, the umpteen Denny’s breakfasts & the steaks we bought to fire up on our tiny barbecue, to name just three.
Having friends with inside knowledge of where to eat in their city cuts down on the hit or miss factor. And so while in San Diego we were treated to the best Mexican food I’ve ever had.
Let me first say, it was far from salubrious. As some of the best places to eat authentic food sometimes are. It was in a pretty run down part of town. Not derelict just uncared for. Had we not been taken there I wouldn’t have noticed it was actually a Mexican eatery. Next door was a gentleman’s barbers with 1950’s paintings of ‘Hair styles for men & boys’ in the window.
Inside there were about half a dozen formica tables with metal framed chairs that made a terrible screeching noise that echoed around the room when moved.
You ordered at the counter & they brought it to the table in fake wicker baskets that were made of different coloured plastic. We started with deep fried quesadillas. They were hot, crispy & greasy. But the excess fat was quickly soaked up by the paper napkin covering the bottom of the basket.
Of course, it being authentic, the sour cream, guacamole & tomato salsa were in abundance too. Of which we made light work. Finally came the beef burrito, bulging with refried beans. We could barely walk once we’d finished.
Unfortunatley, I didn’t get any further than “down on Washington” but if I do find out where it is, I’ll be sure to let you know. 😉
Zephy had this for his afternoon snack. It was a much needed change from his usual sandwich.