Showing posts with label best mexican in los angeles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label best mexican in los angeles. Show all posts

2.28.2014

The 5 pound burrito


Burrito means "little donkey" in Spanish. El Tepeyac's 5 pound burrito is so huge, they should just call it a "burro" - straight up "donkey." And if you can eat the whole thing in one sitting, it's yours free.

Nestled in a hilly, lively Mexican neighborhood (backyard Quincenera dance floor lights and tuba music galore) in East LA, we were brought to El Tepeyac by some knowing insiders who insisted on giving me a birthday to remember. My husband ordered the 5 pound burrito, determined to polish it off like any gangly tall guy with the metabolism of a hummingbird. It nearly killed him. It took the entire weekend for the both of us to polish it off.

I must say, we ordered the burrito as a gimmick, but what no one ever mentions about the 5 pound burrito, or about El Tepeyac in general, is that they know good food. Our burrito wasn't just stuffed with general Mexican fare, the meats and sauces tasted like a hearty Mexican stew. The meat and sauce were slow-cooked, tender, thick and bursting with the classic Mexican flavors of cilantro, onions, chipotle and other sundries of the TLC persuasion.

10.10.2012

The night I wished I were Mexican

Kim Burke-Connors and I

Dios mio! If there is anyone in Los Angeles who has not yet been to Red O, get yourself together, man! And for anyone out there who has issues with pricey Mexican food, well that's just racist. Not all Mexican food is cheap to produce. The mole and spice-rubbed roasts were as intricate as any Parisian dish I've had. That place made me wish I were Mexican.

Red O was such an experience, that I forgot to photograph my food. And this girl takes photos of all kinds of business. I did however, save the tasting menu from a recent dinner party I attended there. Read it and weep. And then eat. And if you don't, that's racist.