Hollie Guacamole!, Marietta GA (CLOSED)

I certainly enjoy having the small audience that Marie and I have, but sometimes I think that I’ll do a lot better by y’all once we get a book deal, an expense account and a secretary. Okay, so I’m not really counting on these things, but I bet that if we did have a secretary, then they would have pointed out a remarkable oversight that I made long before now. Back in May, I happened to spot the sign for a new burrito place in downtown Marietta, and resolved to stop in as soon as possible. About a week later, I wandered over there, hungry for such a meal, and was surprised to learn they were still about a week away from opening. I ended up driving to the Chilito’s in Kennesaw instead to get my fix and wrote them up instead. I promptly forgot that the burrito place on the square ever existed until I remembered out of the blue more than five months later. I’m serious; the place fell into a black hole of memory.

My plans for this past Wednesday got juggled around, so, having only remembered that “that burrito place” existed about 48 hours previously, I took advantage of the chance to swing by and see whether they ever opened up. I had to drive to do it, because I couldn’t remember the name, and Google couldn’t help me find the place. Now that I know the name, Google’s still not much help, because the owners have not done much of anything to let the world that they’ve been here for five months. Not even the phone company can track these people down. I’m not sure whether this might be incompetence or somebody’s very clever plan to make customers really work to find the place. But they seriously are there. Look, photographic evidence:

Okay, so let’s get one thing out of the way: that’s a really terrible name for a restaurant. All I could remember about it, once I remembered that “a burrito place on the square” existed at all, was “I think that it had some wacky name.” Amusingly, the owner had his own take on it. I asked of the couple whether one of them was “Hollie,” and he admitted that just about everybody asks that. As for why it’s spelled that way, he said he wanted something memorable. Didn’t work with me, I’m afraid.

Much like the many “fast casual” burrito places in the city, this is a build-to-order place with the ingredients on the other side of the sneeze guard and assembled per your specifications. I had the daily lunch special, which is your choice of a burrito, chips and a canned soda for six bucks. The guacamole is an additional eighty cents, but I have to tell you, it’s easily worth that. All of the ingredients of my “bowl” burrito were very tasty, particularly the fresh jalapenos, but that guac was outstanding. I highly recommend everybody give this recipe a try. While thinner, and more like a dressing than a dip, it’s actually about as good as Bone Garden’s, which has my favorite in the city.

The restaurant seems to get a pretty good crush of business from government workers during the lunch hour. I arrived at 11.30 and had the small space to myself for a few minutes before the county clerks, attorneys and deputies filed in and took up all of the handful of tables. I took from the sort of noncommital way that the owner answered when I asked how business was that as of now, Hollie Guacamole! is dependent on doing a lot of noon to one business to stay afloat, and that they haven’t been able to turn their place into a big word of mouth destination. Places on the square have always seemed to me to have a lot of trouble turning themselves into something that the public wants to search for. I’m not sure what this place is doing wrong, but when a Google search for: “hollie guacamole” marietta turns up (today) exactly five entries and three of those are echoes from one gentleman’s Twitter feed, I can only conclude that there are a hell of a lot of people missing out on this very tasty guacamole and the friendly owners. And the Lime Crush, the soda that I’ve been enjoying the most for the last several weeks.

And this is after five months. I won’t swear that I’m incredibly optimistic that they’ll make it another five at this rate, and that’s a shame*.

*They did better than I expected, but not good enough, making it to June of 2012 before the “Now Leasing” sign appeared in the window. Better luck next time, guys.

Jalapeno Charlie’s, Atlanta GA

If we can afford a little leniency when a big festival draws gigantic crowds and puts a restaurant and all its servers under undue stress, we should probably give a little extra praise when a restaurant handles the spectacle with ease. This past weekend, downtown Atlanta was host to a pair of gigantic crowd-generators: the Dragon*Con convention and the Chic-fil-A “Kickoff Classic,” this year between LSU and North Carolina. Jalapeno Charlie’s, located on the corner of Peachtree and International and across the street from the Hard Rock Cafe, handled the crunch extremely well. We arrived during a comparatively slow period, so it wasn’t too wild, and we agreed that their food was not bad, and the service was excellent.

Dragon*Con brings buddies to town from all over the southeast, and Marie and I get the chance to say hello to friends and family who’ve come from Athens, Jacksonville, Memphis, Nashville and Starkville, among other places. The actual paid attendance of the con is something like 40,000. Unpaid attendance of people who’ve come to ogle the thousands of costumers is probably about the same. Our friends from Nashville are frequently among them. Tory, whom you may recall from our last trip to that awesome city leading us down an alleyway past dumpsters to a Greek place for lunch, had colored her hair Draco Malfoy-blonde but was wearing a different house’s colors. Looking like Draco is all the rage in Gryffindor this year, apparently. I’ve known her and Brooke (hair colored blue and purple) for ten years now and they’ve taken me to many good restaurants in Nashville, and were already nailing down some places for me to go when I head back that way later in the year. Fortunately, one of those trips should be on a Wednesday so I can enjoy the weekend-unfriendly Mas Tacos.

Anyway, Marie went down to get right in the thick of the Dragon*Con madness and, for Sunday night supper, rounded up her brother along with Brooke, Tory, Brooke’s boyfriend Matt, and their friend Holly from Kentucky. I got to the restaurant before them and snagged us a large table, although not, sadly, one on the balcony overlooking Peachtree.

Jalapeno Charlie’s is a chain-in-waiting. It’s a “concept” owned by the people behind Fire of Brazil, and while the only location, currently, is in downtown Atlanta – in the space just above Fire of Brazil, in fact – you can tell that the corporate minds are looking forward to open the new stores in other cities soon.

As for the food, it’s not at all bad, but the menu, which purports to offer “Mexican-Latin fusion,” kind of needs a kick in the backside. Really, this town is quite used to having complementary chips and salsa brought to the table; charging five bucks for it in a restaurant like this is just tacky.

And that’s a shame, because the food is quite good, with a number of neat dishes. Marie’s brother, Karl, really went for the interesting concoctions. He shared an appetizer of fried plantains topped with chicken and melted cheese that was quite good, and just enough of a tweak from the usual “cheese nachos” that you always see at these sorts of places. But his entree was the real surprise. Called a molcajete, this was a bubbling “soup” served in a thick black bowl shaped, for some reason, like a pig. It was a stew of chicken in a tomato-based sauce with carrots and celery and served so darn hot it needed to sit for a few minutes before Karl could dig in.

I had the fish tacos, tilapia with a mild ranchero sauce, and they were very good, even though they provided more evidence, as though more were needed, that I probably need to take a class on how to photograph food, because every time I try to shoot tacos, the picture looks awful. The only failing on my dish was the half-thought inclusion of a handful of blue corn chips. Not only were these tasteless and bland, but they drove home how nice it would have been to have a nice basket of fresh chips and salsa. Marie had a chicken quesadilla and was very satisfied with it. They really piled the ingredients high and didn’t scrimp on the fillings.

To be honest, I was enjoying the company so much that I’d have suffered a far worse meal with no complaints. It’s always wonderful to visit with out-of-town friends, and I think that the Jalapeno Charlie’s crew did a great job managing the weekend crush. If one ever opens in your town, it’s probably worth a visit. Just bring lots of friends and plan to talk about the latest Doctor Who rumors and Harry Potter costumes.

Taqueria del Sol, Decatur GA

Last weekend, Marie and our son took a trip back down to St. Simons Island to visit her family, and had a couple of good meals that she will tell you about presently. In their absence, my daughter and I joined David for a day of record selling – it’s like record shopping, only you come home with fewer things that you didn’t need in the first place and a little more money – and had a pretty good lunch at the Decatur location of Taqueria del Sol. I’ve been meaning to eat at one of these places for ages, and actually tried a couple of times but gave up for lack of parking, so I’m glad we finally got the chance.

We didn’t even have to stand in the line very long! This place is pretty infamous for its long line, but, as the Mendoza Line once sang, it moves quickly. Taqueria del Sol serves simple food very fast, so there’s never a long wait for your meal. I figure that’s how they know who ordered what without giving your table a number or card for the server to find you. In the time it takes you to order your food and get your water and silverware and sit down, your food’s almost finished being prepared, so the server maybe only has two or possibly three different tables which could be the destination.

I genuinely do not care at all about reporting news about which fancy restaurant is employing which big-name chef, and my eyes glaze over whenever I see such business in blogs, but in this case it is worth a mention. Taqueria del Sol’s menu was devised by a guy named Eddie Hernandez. Once upon a time, he was in charge of the food at a wonderful place called Sundown Cafe on Cheshire Bridge Road where I never ate enough. I’m happy to note that the food is very similar at the taqueria, which was devised as sort of a quickie kid sister to Sundown and eventually took it over. The table salsa – available as a separately-priced Salsa Trio on the taqueria’s menu – seems to be the same, for starters.

Mr. Hernandez never really stops experimenting, so there’s apparently always something neat to try here. Sundown Cafe was known for having wonderfully eclectic and fun specials, and this tradition carries on here. Last week, they were offering tacos with the chicken fried in a potato crust, and I found these to be very tasty. I had one of those along with a fish taco and a “Memphis” (pork and slaw, natch). The tacos are very tasty, served quickly and cost only two bucks and change each. If it wasn’t for the line, you could call it fast food, really. Skip the chips and salsa and you’ve got a fine meal for seven dollars.

Taqueria del Sol has expanded to a small chain with four locations: the one we visited in Decatur, which is across the street from Farm Burger and one of our town’s best record stores, Decatur CD, the original on Cheshire Bridge, one on Howell Mill and one on Prince Avenue in Athens. It’s certainly worth another visit soon; I have more tacos to try.

Other blog posts about Taqueria del Sol:

Adventurous Tastes (Aug. 7 2008)
Amy on Food (May 1 2009)
Food Near Snellville (July 10 2009)
Foodie Buddha (Sep. 18 2009)

Swanky’s Taco Shop, Memphis TN

You have to love a place whose mascot is the spitting image of ex-Bauhaus singer Peter Murphy from those old Maxell tape advertisements, you know? Perhaps that wasn’t intentional, but once I sat down at Swanky’s location in Germantown, a suburb just east of Memphis packed absolutely full of places to spend money, and saw this sunglassed guy on my cup, I was reminded of ol’ grumpypants, sang a verse of “All Night Long” and enjoyed a good taco. Continue reading “Swanky’s Taco Shop, Memphis TN” →

Chilito’s, Kennesaw GA (CLOSED)

Wednesday was one of those rotten days full of delays and lane closures and slow drivers. Contrary to what you might suspect from this food blog, Marie and I do eat in more often than we go out, although in my case, since she’s the wizard in the kitchen, it often means sandwiches and leftovers. However, I do allow myself one lunch out a week, and I was looking forward to it that morning. My destination was, typically, closed. Then it was every student driver and testing failure in Cobb County getting in my way as I headed home to reconsider my options.

I was listening to Contra, the new album by Vampire Weekend, and it cycled back around to the opening song, “Horchata.” That reminded me that I hadn’t been by Chilito’s in an incredibly long time. They brew up some really good horchata, but I was in the mood for sweet tea. I mention it just because I wouldn’t have even thought about the place were it not for that song.

You don’t see many restaurants like this one opening anymore. It’s a remnant of the “gourmet burrito” craze that started in the late ’90s and lasted for about a decade. There are certainly a few regional chains that I don’t mind at all – Barberito’s, Qdoba and Willy’s all serve reasonably tasty food – but the better examples of single-store ideas didn’t last long. Raging Burrito in midtown was very good, and I also quite liked Extreme Burrito, which lasted for maybe nine months on Baxter Street in Athens. I’ll always remember an incident there in the spring of 2000 when a friend of mine who would probably prefer to remain nameless started flirting with the waitress there and I suddenly understood why that reporter bellowed “Oh, the humanity!” when the Hindenburg caught fire.

I think that Chilito’s tried to become a similar regional chain, but it didn’t get very far. Its first store was on Bells Ferry Road near I-575, perhaps in 2005, and closed two years later. This one opened in 2006 in some unnecessary identikit development on Chastain Road and has been hanging in there for a while, mainly serving the Kennesaw State University community with promotions and student-targeted discounts. I’m not aware of any other expansion, and the restaurant’s website is, shall we say, unhelpful.

At any rate, Chilito’s is kind of like Moe’s, only not terrible. (“Always remember, kids, you can’t spell mediocre without m – o – e!”) You walk down a line having somebody on the other side of a sneeze guard slap various ingredients onto your tortilla or shell. You hope that the tortilla has not been steamed so long that it’s trapped water, and that the cilantro has been diced finely enough so that you won’t be picking a stem out from between your teeth, and you bristle that you have to pay an extra forty cents for corn. You go get salsa, some of it quite good and some of it blandly inoffensive, from another little bar with a sneeze guard with little plastic cups that are too darn tiny to be much good. There is nothing remarkable about this place, and you leave equally grateful for a low-priced meal with a “buy ten get one free” bribe card as you do for the quality of the food.

It’s a long way from outstanding, but I’ve always found it perfectly serviceable, even if I don’t go there with any regularity. The bribe card that I mentioned is finally, after Wednesday’s trip, full. It has taken me four years to get it there. This trip, I had a chicken taco salad, because that was their daily special for $5.99. The fellow on the other side of the sneeze guard filled it with black beans, not-especially-spicy chicken, queso dip, lettuce, pico de gallo, cheese and costs-forty-cents-extra corn. Not at all a bad price, especially coming with chips and a drink. (Sweet tea, and, surprisingly, awful. I had half a cup of Mr. Pibb to wash the taste away.)

Chilito’s offers fish tacos and these are, honestly, very good. I should probably get away with eating these more often. Honestly, though, the reason I haven’t eaten at Chilito’s often enough to fill up a bribe card in under four years is simple: my kids can’t stand the place. I don’t know what it is they find objectionable, beyond just a general thought that it’s “yucky,” but the psychologists tell us that children’s minds are still cooking and not fully formed yet. I try to remember that when they occasionally protest that they’d really prefer mediocre Moe’s to a nice Chilito’s fish taco.

The Taco Stand, Athens GA

Long ago, I worked out a theory about living in Athens. To do it right, you had to do one of three things: play in a band (or, at the very least, design sleeves for their records), work at DialAmerica, or work at The Taco Stand. If you lived there for any length of time and didn’t manage one of these, I suppose it could be all right, because I was once acquainted with a splendid fellow named Bob who played in one of those beat combos all the kids rave about called The Possibilities while simultaneously holding down jobs at the Dial and one of the Taco Stand’s locations. His overachieving moxie made it okay for two of you, but no more, to slip through the net. Continue reading “The Taco Stand, Athens GA” →