
We stopped at Baldo's Mexican Food on the way to Tahoe, starving and itching for some California burritos (burritos with french fries in them). The carne asada fries, however, were what ended up doing everyone in. About two pounds of french fries were packed into a to go container. The greasy warm fries were smothered in guacamole, canned salsa, sour cream, carne asada, and cheddar cheese. The entire package was heavier than a dictionary, and served with bottles of mediocre red and green salsa.
It's not fancy food, but when you're really hungry on a cold day it sure hits the spot. When the four of us were unable to finish any more than two thirds of the fries, however, we had to concede that Baldo's had soundly defeated us.
PS. Baldo's is one of the scariest restaurants I've ever been in. It looks innocuous enough from the outside, but it's eerily empty inside. The eating area is kept close to freezing cold, the park bench seats were so rickety we almost broke one sitting down, and there is graffiti inside the restaurant. To top it all off, the bathroom is outside, around the corner, and the door doesn't close. It's the kind of bathroom a girl does not want to go in without a door guard (or several) outside. On our way out of the empty restaurant, we noticed that Baldo's actually does a brisk business--through it's drive-thru window.
3 comments:
Those fries were just misunderstood. I think it's before it's time. Perhaps in another 50 years, man will see the wisdom of these lovely, greasy, drippy, juicy, fatty, ooey-gooey bites of love.
Wow. I didn't think it was possible, but I am a little bit grossed out by that description.
I felt nausea coming on reading of those disgusting fries.
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