Mariachi Mondays

Its monday night, back on the grind, in need of some Mexican to get me through the rest of the week. After consulting the Tacodex, I decided to hit up Mariachis just south of Eglinton with my bud Liza. With the shitacular Chimichangas in the same neighbourhood, I didn’t have too high of hopes for Mariachis.

We get to Mariachis, and its pretty nice looking inside. A little too nice.
The only mention of tacos I found was the $16 Taquiza of 3 tacos. I pretended the 16 was a typo and settled on the chorizo and steak fajitas.

Ordered some chips n salsa as we waited. Basically I could have found more nachos in my pant pocket. The salsa was also way too hot to accompany my handful of nachos. I ordered some Nopales cactus salad to keep us going until the main stuff came out. Cactus tasted like ice cubes made of vinegar. Felt like I was eating it straight from the can.

My fajitas came out and looked pretty delicious. But thats about all. The skillet was sizzling with grease and they went skimpy with 3 tortillas. Had to eat the rest of my skillet with a fork. A couple tiny ramekins of sour cream and cheese came out with it too.

The taquitos were barely an upgrade from 7/11’s with a turd of chorizo inside them. Couple that with a dry lump of salad and rice that tastes like nothing, and you’ve got a pretty angry and handsome blogger.

My pal got some churros to-go after I told her how great the Dos Amigos ones were. They handed her their wussy, transparent versions that looked like slimy cheesestrings with microwaved mouse poo on top for the chocolate sauce.

Considering I only used a few synonyms for butt dribble in this review, Mariachis isn’t totally terrible. You just gotta have the goods to backup your high prices. Can’t fart in my face and tell me its perfume. If you want a nicer taco place to eat at, then do check the livelier Dos Amigos. At least there you wont feel like you’re in an expensive Mexican prison eating your last meal.

Rating: 2.5/5