El Sarape is a place you don’t want to find yourself, but you repeatedly will. That’s life, what with the number of El Sarape type spots around the world. You know the kind, where the menu is the size of a book, proudly proclaiming suspect dishes like the Mexican pizza. I’m not saying there is no such a thing as a good Mexican pizza, mind you, I just have never had it, and I’m fairly certain I never will.
It’s not a book to inspire much excitement either, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up at the ever prevalent burrito section. It’s about the only page you have a shadow of chance to find anything worthwhile.
And the carne asada burrito might not have been downright horrible, but rather offensively average. The same type you get at any of these generic Mexican restaurants.1 I’m not expecting every burrito to jump up and dance the foxtrot in my mouth or anything, but come on… A bland tortilla wrapped around flavorless carne asada… Would it take that much to do something a little different? Kick up the guacamole a notch? Add something, remove something? Something, anything to differentiate yourself?
The problem isn’t you, of course. Or maybe it is. Maybe tortillaphiliacs are to blame, with our impossibly high tortilla standards? There aren’t enough of us out there, and thus the purveyors of Mexican food cater only to the proletariat.
El Sarape, is just another dull face in the crowd, a concept our friends at Arrested Development many times have touched on.
1 And there are many of them.