Chicken Mole -- Loteria Grill, Los Angeles, CA
Within
feet of beginning our trek across Los Angeles, it becomes abundantly
clear that we don't belong here. Not only are we the only doofuses
actually deigning to use our own feet to get from one location to the
other, but we also pass a bevy of people in the "park" (we use the term
loosely -- Central Park, this is not) working out with their personal
trainers.
Aka, our version of hell.
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| We Prefer to Work Out in the Safety of Our Homes, Where No One Can See Us NOT Working Out |
After
stumbling through the Grove and into the historic Farmer's Market, we
go in search of Loteria Grill, home of Duff Goldman's favorite CHOCOLATE
dish, the chicken mole.
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| With Nary a Farmer to be Found |
Truth be told, we don't really like mole, but
we do like anything ending with the word "taco," so we're willing to
take the plunge.
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| Such Martyrs We Are |
Once our plate of tacos arrives, we
dive into them as if we hadn't just consumed two pancakes the size of our heads. The shredded chicken within these tortillas is doused
heavily with the mole sauce, but not so much that it runs down our
wrists (preferred, as the MESSY episode of Best Thing I Ever Ate is one
of our least favorites).
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| Thank You For Not Requiring a Wet-Nap |
And while there is nothing wrong, per se, with
these tacos, they're also not all that interesting. The mole itself
tastes rather bland, with barely a hint of salt and not even a trace of
spice.
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| Perhaps Loteria Could Take Some Tips from Taco Bell |
It's not that it's an offensive taco, but it's certainly not a
memorable one. Especially considering that overall, the tortilla is our
favorite part, and that's really not the point of Duff's choice at all.
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| When Is Tequila O'Clock? |
And
then, of course, there is the fact that the whole endeavor would have
gone down better with a margarita in hand. Is it noon somewhere yet?
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