Sage and Bleu Cheese Guacamole -- Lopez Southwestern Kitchen, Cleveland, OH
Lopez Southwestern Kitchen
Mezcal has tapped out.
Pull It Together! Your Name is MEZCAL! |
Nine
Best Thing I Ever Ate dishes into Cleveland -- not to mention assorted
extras along the way -- has put her down for the count by the time we
reach the patio of Lopez Southwestern Kitchen, and she is stuffed to the
gills.
Not Pictured: Mezcal Trailing Behind Vodka at a Snail's Pace |
Forgoing an aptly named tequila drink, she orders a Diet
Coke, while Vodka looks on with an aghast expression.
To Be Fair, Perhaps a Manhattan Is Also an Odd Thing to Order in a Mexican Restaurant, but Still |
"Drink,
you'll feel better," Vodka doles out her version of life advice, but Mezcal is stubborn in her fullness.
Hello, Are Any of You Drinking? Care to be Vodka's New Friend? |
With the stamina of an underfed goat, Vodka plows through in ordering
the guacamole that Michael Symon recommended on the TOTALLY UNEXPECTED
episode of Best Thing I Ever Ate.
Vodka Is Nothing If Not a Completist |
Now, on the show, the guac was
described as featuring "sage and bleu cheese," while in execution, the
only bleu cheese-inclusive offering combines the substance with bacon
rather than sage.
Excuse Us, Have You Any Sage Back There You Can Sprinkle On Top? |
Because who needs any pesky herbs when you can add pork fat to the proceedings?
It's Like Cleveland Is Punking Us |
For
the first time since arrival in Ohio, we leave the provided chips
and salsa untouched on the table while waiting for the guacamole to
arrive, and when it does, we look at it rather hesitantly -- much more
so due to the rumblings of grilled cheese lasagna still sloshing around
our intestines than because of any fault on the guac's part.
The Only Bag of Chips North of the Mason/Dixon Line We Haven't Consumed This Weekend |
Thick slabs
of diced bacon sprinkle the top of the avocado dip, with poofs of bleu
cheese peeking out from its center. Along with even more chips, the dish
features pickled vegetables, which Mezcal reaches for like she's never
seen a farmer's market before.
Cleveland's Penchant Toward Vegetables Is Evidenced By the Size of That Corn |
As Michael Symon
had declared, this guacamole is unexpectedly good. Much like the peanut butter, alien relish, and sriacha hot dog, on paper, it does not sound like
these ingredients should go together, but they are deceptively pleasing
in creating a richer, saltier guacamole.
And A Little Salt Never Hurt Anything |
However, despite our enjoyment
of its taste, barely a quarter of the way into the bowl, we wave the white flag, officially surrendering to the Cleveland food gods. To
Lopez Southwestern Kitchen's great credit, our waiter does not even
blink when we ask for the remainder of our one dish to go, and he
packages it for us along with two large, unopened bags of corn chips.
Guacamole That Survived the TSA |
We
cart this to-go bag not only back to our hotel, but all the way back to
New York City, where a full day later, Vodka relishes a final taste of
Cleveland goodness from the sanctity of her couch. And of course, she had a drink with her Ohio leftovers, just to feel better.
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