In the interests of all that is good and pure in the world the Rockstar Journals has taken it upon ourselves to travel the country sampling what may be one of mankind's greatest inventions, and report back to you - our devoted subjects. uh, I mean, loyal readers.
After venturing oceanside, aformentioned rockstars attempted to secure said nacho's at Buena Vista Social Cafe. Being in disguise (so as not to draw attention to our upcoming critique of the fair) the peons at BVSC failed to recognise us, and hence were unable to accomodate us - due to our lack of a reservation. (Note to self: fire secretary for failing to think of making a reservation on a Sunday night.)
From there, it was but a hop, skip and a jump to the V&A Waterfront, where we unerringly steered ourselves into Cantina Tequila. After seating ourselves, we were eventually attended to by a rather unattractive waitress. Strike 1.
As Mexican style restaurants go I don't expect a lot. I mean, they're hardly a very civilized nation. I do, however, expect Corona. Cantina Tequila had no Corona. Or jugs of frozen Margarita. I also expect that. Strike 2.
Corona: A must
Nacho's, however, they had. Or so they said. Unable to bring myself to order a portion after my appetite was ruined by Strike's 1 & 2, it appeared that the Nacho's trail might be over before it even began. Enter fellow rockstar, GH#12. In an effort of what I can only call sheer utter bravery, and self-sacrifice he ordered Cantina Tequila's Nachos Chiquita (or something to that effect). Dry, yet oily, tasteless, yet overwhelmingly unpleasant tasting - these were undoubtedly the worst nachos I have ever eaten - and I only stole one.
The nacho's were oversized, the portion was small, and the cheese looked like plastic. The chicken looked like shredded tuna of the earth, and tasted far, far worse. A unanimous - Strike 3. Cantina Tequila - You're out!
Rockstar Nacho's Rating:
1 Bandito (out of a possible 5)
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