One part randomness + one part Canadian + a splash of tequila equals the first truly good Manhattan Mexican recommendation I’ve received to date.
It was Bryan Adams… yes, that Bryan Adams… Summer of ’69 Bryan Adams who more than two years ago suggested to me that the tiny West Village eatery, Mexicana Mama, was perhaps the best Mex joint in the City. Doubting the Canadian rocker-turned-photog’s (is that an oxymoron?) knowledge of south-of-the-border fare, I brushed it off and continued dining with friends at the standard city Mexican restaurants (Dos Caminos or El Rio Grande for hallucinogenic margs).
It’s important to note that prior to my visit to Mexicana Mama, I was fresh off a trip to perhaps the Tex-Mex capital of the U.S. , Austin, Texas (where I was treated to a delicious Tortilla Crusted Tilapia… another post for another day), making me that much more skeptical.
Well today I swallow my pride, and wash it down with a Dos Equis Amber… apologies to you Mr. Adams, as your recommendation was correct… Mexicana Mama, with only a handful of tables and a limited menu serves up an incredible bounty of flavors through its dishes. Extra points here for eliminating margarita mix and opting for true Tequila and Fresh Lime Juice Margs!
Keeping with the music theme, a trip to the bathroom actually requires a backstage pass… well, not really, but it does force a trip through the kitchen offering a behind-the-scenes look at some fresh meats, veggies and melted cheeses adjusting to their floury tortilla homes..
Chihuahua Cheese and Chorizo for all… and well, the guacamole could be all for one, or one for all
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