After a long day of tiling this past Saturday, Chris and I were too exhausted to dine in. Since I had already served burgers for lunch, most American-fare fast food restaurants became out of consideration. Baja Fresh and Chipotle were both closed since it was already 21:20. The line for the Cheesecake Factory was too long given the lack of clientele and my patience-eroding hunger. We finally settled on
Mexicali Blues which had no wait.
The decor is simplistic and could easily be converted into a McCafe meets Chipotle. Likewise, noise is not stifled but magnified by the corrugated ceiling making dinner conversations painful at best. Our waiter's mumbling did not add to our enjoyment.
The complimentary tortillas were crispy and came with a bland-looking yet zestful-tasting salsa. We both ordered the Enchiladas which come three to your plate faster than you can whip out an iPhone in boredom. The romaine lettuce was refreshingly crisp and light in contrast to the sopping _______ enchiladas. They weren't wet, they didn't taste greasy, but there was an unexpected aesthetic to them. The chicken inside was tender, but that's about it. It was as if they simply rolled some cubed chicken into some soggy corn tortillas.
The price and quick delivery make an otherwise unexemplary dining experience bearable.