Ask The Online Reviews Of A New Tex-Mex Restaurant

I'm sorry, but since nobody else is mentioning it I have to just say: where is the frickin hot sauce bottle on the tables?! I went to Agave with my boyfriend who is from Texas and when he saw that there was only one sauce (or, as it's called in Texas, SALSA) bottle on the table and it was medium-spicy you should of seen the look on his face, he couldn't believe it. He was like "uh, have these people ever HAD Tex Mex before? You have to have multiple hot sauce bottles on the table or its just not Tex mex." Most of the dishes were spicy enough already and didnt really need extra hot sauce but come on, it doesn't matter because trust me, my boyfriend has been to LOTS of authentic Tex Mex places and so have I and there should be extra hot sauce bottles on the table, ALWAYS!!! We eventually asked for some and they gave them to us, but we shouldn't even of had to ask because it should just be there. When the waiter comes to your table and sees that there is only one hot sauce bottle on your table and it's medium-spicy he should make a MENTAL NOTE in his head to bring another bottle of hot sauce to your table when he brings your food. Or he should just grab one for us from an empty table, because it shouldn't have to be our responsibility to get up and go to another table and grab one ourselves. ARGH!! Why is that so hard?? My boyfriend and I have been to literally dozens of Tex Mex places together, and he's from Texas, so this kind of thing we take really personally and they need to rectify it.

I have to say, I was shocked by the poor level of quality to be found at the rather underwhelming Tex-Mex establishment Agave in Green Bay's otherwise charming downtown. Leather-dry flautas lay uneasily beside rubbery chili con carne of dubious esteem, as a faint odor of burnt cumin lingers heavily in the loud-music-infused air. When one thinks of fajitas, one imagines succulent strips of grilled meat, succulent glossy vegetables, and steamy, snow-white sheets of tortillas flowing together in a mélange of delicate and supple flavors. The fajitas at Agave, unfortunately, were a different story: an abnormal admixture of soggy and stale ingredients lacking the freshness and exotic vitality ones seeks out when the first pangs of hunger make themselves known. It was the late Samuel Johnson who uttered that "A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner." Sadly, Mr. Johnson, sir, I would just as soon not think about Agave's paltry offerings for as long as I live, so little was I inspired by them.

jesteinf wrote:Edited because I have a new laptop and it makes my posts look cuckoo crazy