Dishola: Reviews by the Dish

It went like this: Smells good, looks pretty good too. Mangos on a taco seems wrong but what the hell...I catch Swayze leaning back in his chair asking the table full of teenage girls if any of them wants to try his Dirty Sanchez. I don't pay attention to how much of the red sauce I put on my Brushfire. I'm watching the table of girls trying to determine if they are going to call the police. I take a bite. Wonderful. All the flavors combine perfectly. Spicy, juicy chicken, mango, cilantro, just the right amount of sour cream and--hey this has a little kick. One of the girls has leaned back in her chair and is talking to a table full of adults and pointing at our table. Jesus Christ my skull is on fire. I take another large bite. It feels like there is a blowtorch scorching the bottom of my brain via the roof of my mouth. I am sweating profusely. I go half blind. The table thumps and I hear Swayze scream his little girl scream that usually means "danger". My lips are on fire. Somebody is trying to put the fire on my lips out with thier fist. I'll get you Swayze.

When I read the description of this taco I though "wow - that's a brilliant combination of tastes" but unfortunately the execution was only okay. I certainly expected more from Jamaican jerk chicken, grilled jalapenos, mango, Sour cream, and cilantro served on a flour tortilla with Diablo sauce. What was most odd was my inability to really distinguish any of the specific flavors in a bite I think the chicken simply overpowers everything else. I might try it again on a flour tortilla (I had corn today) to see if that makes any difference.