Run Away! Run Away!

So Keith and I stopped off for a late lunch or early dinner the other day at La Magdalena. OMG, I am giving it a rating of 4 toilets!! First, the menus were soiled with food, grease and who knows what else. Second, the waiter had a short-term memory issue and so couldn't even remember the simplest thing like who got the diet or regular soft drink.

Third, the chicken gallina with mole (a traditional Mexican sauce that when prepared correctly has spices, chilies, and Mexican chocolate) tasted of lard and was bitter and gritty. I compare it to crank case oil although I haven't spent a lot of time tasting crank case oil. Fourth, the restaurant was not interested in being flexible in order to please me, the customer, at all. For example, I asked simply to have all white meat for my entree and was told I could not have it because the 1/2 chicken was served all together in one piece. When the 1/2 chicken was served, it had been chopped up in the kitchen so I guess I could have had white meat after all!

Fifth, after I sent back the Mole Monstrosity entree and I ordered a combo that had two chicken flautas and two pork tacos - at least that is what the menu said. The flautas were floating under 1/2 cup of sour cream and sauted onions and peppers and the pork tacos had been put through the de-flavorizing machine. The pork had been boiled and the only other ingredients in the tacos other than the floppy corn tortillas were chopped tomatoes and iceberg lettuce. All of this delicious goodness was served with an appetizer too. Water with shell pasta and something orange floating on top. I asked and was told it was chicken noodle soup but I am telling you it was H2O with the pasta and orange stuff!

What next you ask? Why dessert, of course. I had flan from "flan world" that had obviously been defrosted just minutes before. Keith had a strawberry chimichanga - a flour tortilla with frozen strawberries in it and on it and a scoop of ice cream. It was surrounded with splats of whipped cream (to bad they didn't try for an ounce of sophistication and use just a dusting of powdered sugar).

So if you should be looking for a place to eat and should see the La Magdalena sign, put the pedal to the metal and pass on by to a Chevy's of La Margarita or go home and make dinner for your self.