A restaurant’s name should fit the restaurant and in the case of Orlando’s, Gringos Locos it couldn’t have been more appropriate. Because it is “16 de septiembre”, Mexico’s Independence Day of celebration, I figured I’d continue my search for the best Mexican food restaurant in Orlando. I should have left well enough alone.
I like to eat and because of that I actually like most foods, with the exception of three items that will remain nameless. Because of that, I seldom leave food on my plate. Today was not an exception.
I know, you expected me to write I got up from the table and left my food uneaten. But I was full of hope. Too bad hope isn’t always delivered.
Gringos Locos must have been opened by a frat boy still getting over his drunken stupor from Puerto Vallarta because that’s what this restaurant is about. The motif screams the worst of Spring Break in Mexico. The food follows closely behind; well it actually leads the way, as unbelievable as it sounds!
In my case, I ordered the “street tacos” made of pork. They looked edible enough until I looked at the tortillas. What the…..!
The “greenie weenies” have infiltrated the good ‘ole taco! Wheat “corn” tortillas! Horror!
There is just something completely wrong with a brown tortilla! It is blasphemous and it should be banned.
To the person, and I use person lightly, who thought making a “corn” tortilla out of wheat was a good idea, you should consider making vegetarian hotdogs for your next project! Oh wait, you’ve done that already!
Worse yet, is the server who actually told me they use corn tortillas! Anyhow, the person who uses wheat for tortillas needs to be strung up at the nearest plaza and have the local kids practice their piñata swings on them! Without blindfolds.
Sriracha sauce! Yes, Thai hot sauce in a Mexican restaurant! Who the … does that?
Oh, yea the drunken frat boy looking to reminisce about the good ‘ol days in Puerto Vallarta, who opened this restaurant up, that’s who.
Once I got over the horrors of the look, the fact is that the tacos were edible enough to eat. I had to get past the disgust of the wheat tortillas. And if that wasn’t enough torture, the server actually doubled them up like they do with Tacos al Pastor, but there is a huge difference between a dainty, thin, perfectly prepared corn tortilla lathered up with pork and salsa and a thick, unwieldy wheat tortilla with no salsa!
About the only thing authentic about the experience was the Jarritos soda, it was stamped “hecho en Mexico”, I checked, and the cilantro y cebolla. Ok, maybe the name is appropriate as well. Other than that, the experience has been burned into my brain and chalked up as something to never be spoken of again! Bring it up and I might just go “loco” on you.