In an attempt to take it easy on Friday night with the prospect of three parties taking place the following day, a couple of friends and I decided to grab a quick and casual dinner in our 'hood at Caramba Cafe. Never having gone on a weekend night before, we were unaware that there would be nothing quick nor casual (at least not mentally) about it. First of all, do not go here if you are hungry because you will wait for an hour to sit down, and then another hour to get a server who will maybe take your drink order if you're lucky. Go about three hours before you think you might be hungry and that should be perfect timing. Secondly, do not go here unless you have children - or are ready for a GIANT dose of reality. Walking into this place gave me an extreme oh-my-god-I-truly-will-not-be-able-to-handle-kids-EVER panic attack. While I firmly believe in family-friendly establishments, this one gave me heart palpitations. They are everywhere, in every nook and cranny (and note that the restaurant is jam packed as it is), running through your legs, rolling around on the dirty floor and throwing things over the booth partition at your table. If this doesn't ruin your time in the sack, then their pitchers of margaritas certainly will because ain't no way your man will be able to get it up after that much tequila. This is the first time I have ever and probably will ever complain about a heavy handed bartender (those who know me can attest to this), which should tell you how undrinkable these are, but at least we got our money's worth. Next time I'm just going to sit on my couch with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. On to the food, which I should warn you, is not edible for at least 20 minutes after it hits the table due to some sort of extreme nuclear reheating process - my enchilada gave me third degree burns, and yes, I had to be THAT girl and spit out my first bite. While my companions' fajitas and poblano relleno were much more appetizing, the enchilada sauce looked and tasted much closer to A1 steak sauce and had a somewhat suspicious consistency by the end of the meal.
I have to quote my dear friend Sarah Kate who said to me the next day, "Can we vow to never go there again, unless it's to get drunk?" Enough said.
Please note: there are no photos from the meal with this post because a food-related blog should not make you want to lose your lunch! Additionally, after those margaritas, I can't imagine that the photos would be in focus.
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