Rebozos drive-by

Saturday night, and my buds passed up Rebozos for Swiss Chalet. Not my first choice for grub, mostly because of their forever the same menu. Still good times though, and Jay wolfed down 2 festive feasts. And he’s asian. Legend.

The next day I shoot out of bed at noon and start the gears for a quick Rebozos redemption lunch. The girly and I pull up to Rebozos, and thats when all the head scratching starts. Rebozos is pretty much the Canadian equivalent to a Mexican taco truck. Except up here, we let customers straight into our homes. The place is a converted house, with about 6 tables in the small living room. I use the word converted lightly because they didnt do much converting. We walk in, and most of the people there are already staring at us.

Did we actually walk into some poor mexican dude’s house during their thanksgiving dinner? Might as well have, I couldnt tell any better. We awkwardly sit down and wait for about 10 minutes until we realize nobodys coming with a menu. Was I supposed to take off my shoes? Bring in their paper? Ill save you another paragraph of reading and just say the service sucked giant balls. I ordered 3 tacos (2.50 each), a Huarache for 8 bones, and a bottle of Sangria Senorial.

Being an important taco blogger, I had to grab our loot to go and scarf it in the car. That place was creepin me out anyways.

The good thing about eating at someones home is that it is going to most likely be some good home cookin. The tacos were great, staying tiny and authentic with just a bit of onion and cilantro sprinkled on top. Since we took it to go, they only gave us tiny spews of spicy green and red salsa which was pretty good. The chorizo was good, but it wasnt as moist and colorful as Tacos Al Asador. Rebozos does have em beat on the shredded beef, and their marinated pork is mighty tasty too. Could have used some limes and jalapenos for the tacos, but I guess they got skipped on the take-out.

The huarache looked pretty decent, like a beavertail covered in refried beans, cheese, chicken, and sauteed green peppers. I liked the big fluffy, fried corn tortilla it was all splooged on, but wasnt feeling it enough to blow 8 bucks on it again.

I really wanted to like Rebozos more than I did. I came in with high hopes and left feeling like I just broke into someones home and stole their tv and stereo, and fit it all into a styrofoam take-out container. The tacos were good and all, but so much was lacking from the experience. Much like Swiss Chalet, their menu kills it for me since its so small compared to other authentic joints like Mexitaco.

Rating: 3.5/5