Archive for June, 2009

I love flavorful food. I’ve loved healthy, good food most of my life. (Oh yeah, there were those junk food days.) I’m not big on lots of salt and sugar or Bobby Flay fare.  So when my daughter suggested we go to Rosa Mexicano at Atlantic Station I was cautiously optimistic. The restaurant had more than one location, red flag. There were plants spread throughout, another red flag; and there was a water feature…big red flag.

We had reservations, so we were seated immediately. I won’t start in on all the things I didn’t like, but skip to the things I did. The waitstaff was most attentive,  although trying a bit too hard and the water glasses were clean. The server preparing that signature Guacamole en Molcajete, a freshly made Guacamole was clearly proficient at his job. My daughter and I both ordered the Mole de Xico a.k.a. beef enchiladas served with an exceptionally silky smooth mole sauce.

The beef was well seasoned but a bit too stringy for my taste, otherwise, the dish was quite palatable. My daughter had a Margarita, with that fruit alcohol sludge at the bottom of the glass.  Okay, okay, let me let it rip.

Attention restaurants, hello, hello!!! Can you hear me now! If you can’t afford a good bartender, stick to wine, it’s safer and pretty much foolproof!

Waitstaff! Please check the table before you seat the customer. No one wants to lo0k at tiny bits of food left from the last patron, all evening. No really, seriously, we don’t!

The trick to having a great water feature in a restaurant is to have something that is appealing, peaceful, and “at one” with the food. (Hummmm) This is most difficult. Come on folks this is 2009, the economy is horrid, we’re all reluctant to spend our hard earned cash and when we do, we want to know that  life is good, you know that zen feeling, all is well with the world at least while we’re eating this mole soaked enchilada, stuffin’ Guacamole and tortilla chips down my throat. (Hummmm) Just let me pretend for the next hour or so that Fantasy Island does exist. Da plane, da plane!!!  ….not Jump! Jump!

p.s. You’ll have to go to the restaurant to understand what I mean.