The menu was intriguing - enchiladas plus lots of steak and barbeque (which was very much about what Londoners associate with Tex and not what you'd actually get in a Tex Mex joint, because enchiladas and barbeque are two very different culinary specialties) and even some Southern dishes (fried chicken and chicken fried steak). I saw a combo plate that promised an enchilada, a flauta, and a chalupa, with rice and beans. Yum! We had no problems convincing Josela to change his plans (he didn't want to commute across infinity before dinner either), so off we went.
Well! In the Tex Mex joint, The Texas Embassy Cantina is a FAIL. The enchilada was chewey in a bad way with coldish, gloppy cheese, the chalupa was actually a tostada, and a tiny one at that, and the rice was on the crunchy side. I mean, seriously, people, have you ever BEEN to a real Tex Mex joint? Was it maybe 10 years ago and the food you're cooking now is merely based on your memories of what you had? It was SUCH a failure, and the portions were sad. Josela's barbeque plate was actually fairly tasty (he was nice and shared), but it was all just a big let down. The strawberry margarita was good, though at 6 quid a pop expensive - not that it held a candle for overpriced when compared to shadowdaddy's 3.50 bottles of Lone Star. That's seven dollars a bottle for Lone Star, my American friends. I guess I'll say for the record that the decor in the restaurant was very good and their salsa was nice, but I'm going to scream in the restaurant the next time some moron serves me a bowl of FLOUR tortilla chips.
Well, the good news is that shadowdaddy has brought back a pile of corn tortillas for me from the states, so I'll be able to cook enchiladas the way I like 'em as soon as I'm ready. And I'll be ready Wednesday night, because Josela has a small suitcase full of Mexican food cooking stuff waiting for me in his apartment. Fiddle on going out for this stuff, I'm going to have to make it at home - but at least my margaritas will be the right price.