On the docket today, Ramonita had a belt test in Tae Kwon Do. These can be excruciatingly long events and require not only good discipline but prior sustenance. With little planning, we happened upon Amigo Chino (Irving & Central) a place that we had noted to try in the past by the signage. (Note the logo.)
The place was bustling as we entered. Most of the eight or nine tables were filled with a mix of Chicano faces and a smattering of anglos tossed in for color. The place was brightly lit with typical Mexican doodads strewn on the walls apparently without the aid of an interior designer. We were provided with a six top for the four of us, though due to a support column in the middle of the room, I deemed half the table fit for no more than non-claustrophobic little people.
We were quickly brought two baskets of decent chips and a
trio de salsas. One was a typical
pico de gallo. The green one was green and good. The orange one was the hottest and our favorite made with
chile de arbol.
Amigo Chino has one of those modern taqueria menus with photos. Most items are listed in Spanish, usually with English translations, except where my Spanish fails me. What is
Pechuga ala Placha and how is it different from
Pechuga ala Diabla? What is a
Taco ala Gringa? Is it unisex like the bathroom? (which was only slightly dumpy and smelled clean.)
As usual, I did my best to eye the kitchen. Sometimes I succeed in accidently stumbling into the kitchen but there was no chance with this restaurant’s floor plan. I could just make out a giant vertical spit of
pastor through the pass through. I knew what I was going to order. (Note no Dole crown).
Our dishes came out one at a time as a line formed at the door for takeout orders. Ramonita got her regular imaginative plain quesadilla with yellow rice. It looked like it should have. She picked at it some thinking more about her belt test.
Next out of the kitchen came my taco dinner: one
pollo, one
suadero, and one
pastor. There was quite a lot of food on the plate. The beans were the perfect consistency – neither too thick or runny – and the flavor was right. The rice was utile. I dug into the
pastor taco to sample the meat alone – delicious. Perhaps the best pastor I’ve had. The pieces were in uniform small strips with just enough citrus hint and moist pig-fat lubrication. Those who I shared with, who usually are pork unenthusiasts swooned. If there had been a bit more char I’d have returned for dinner.
The other two tacos were good, but my palette was clouded by my regret that I didn’t order all
pastor. The
suadero (“fried meat”) taco seemed just like steak. I had not encountered this Mexican taco descriptor before. Upon inquiry, my waitress said that a
suadero taco was just like an
asado taco but fully dressed. Perhaps that explains why they dressed them all.
I don’t think we were quite prepared for the last two dishes. Ramonita’s Big Sister’s (RBS)
Carne Asada Tampiqueña was muscled to our table on a giant plank with a cast iron inset.
RBS doesn’t do beans so the order came with enough fresh guacamole for us all to enjoy. The tender skirt steak flanked half the circumference of the pan. RBS shared her bounty, but we could only eat half of it. A lighter hand with the
adobo (or the salt) and carne nirvana attained.
Finally, Mrs Ramon’s
Huachinango ala Veracruzana:
The pic does not do the beast justice (I’m learning here!). Mrs Ramon sighed on the first bite and stated that this was exactly like what her mother cooked for her when she was a child. I was stuffed by this time and did not sample, but I was very happy that Mrs Ramon was so pleased.
Cut to the chase: it was $63 with tax and tip. No alcohol is served but we ordered multiple rounds of domestic and Mexican soft drinks. I was just told on the phone that they are not BYOB (your experience may vary). We brought home lots of leftovers and will return soon for more.
Amigo Chino
5601 W. Irving Park / Central
773-685-4273
Ps. There must have been something in Amigo Chino’s rice …
Ramonita demonstrated her kicking and sparring combinations with such finesse that she was not asked to repeat any of them. When it came time for her to break a board, she quietly but bravely asked for two. Her first spin kick wobbled a bit and it was obvious to a parent that she was in pain. On her second attempt she broke both boards cleanly. My emotions are secondary to the fact that she is deservedly very proud of herself.
-ramon