Tonight K and I went to an art show for a good friend. (She’s fantastic!) Afterwards we went to dinner to celebrate the successful evening at a Mexican place in Fort Worth called Benito’s. The group was all long time fans of the place, but it was the first time K and I had been.
K ordered Tostadas de Chorizo and I had pork tacos. Both of our meals came with a bowl of tortilla soup, rice, and beans. One of my favorite things–no Chips and Salsa to tide you over. No Chips and Salsa to distract you, just good, authentic Mexican food.
As I ate, I was reminded of grandmother’s cooking (Victoria, TX style) and visits to her house when she would cook us something no matter the time of day. As a young boy, I would help grind up those spices for Chile con Carne. Whoa boy, I still remember the pungent smell of that cumin…so lovely!
If you are expecting a franchise culinary experience a la El Fenix, Posados, or El Chico, (or, God forbid, Pancho’s) you will be disappointed.
C 9/10, K 6/10 (she missed the chips and salsa. This begs an important question: Does Chips and Salsa define a Mexican restaurant? for K it does, for C it does not, chips and salsa although good, especially when “warm” salsa, is part distraction from what is really on stage–the meal.)