New Mexico is on a whole different level when it comes to fucking up Mexican dishes. I ordered tamales at a New Mexican restaurant once and they put sauce on it. Freaking sauce on a tamale. To make matters worse, it tasted like the burnt bits from a red enchilada sauce that was left on the stove for way too long.
Needless to say, I learned my lesson. Forget meth, the new slogan should be, “New Mexican food: not even once.”
The safe thing to do is order traditional New Mexican food in New Mexico, like posolé, carne adovada, green chile stew, calabacitas, etc. Otherwise, it’s like going to Southern Spain and wanting amazing pintxos.
But it does sound like you went to a truly atrocious restaurant by the sound of that abomination; my condolences.
Those minor offenses are actually just New Mexican fare. Ground beef in the green chile and sour cream are pretty par for course here.
New Mexico is on a whole different level when it comes to fucking up Mexican dishes. I ordered tamales at a New Mexican restaurant once and they put sauce on it. Freaking sauce on a tamale. To make matters worse, it tasted like the burnt bits from a red enchilada sauce that was left on the stove for way too long.
Needless to say, I learned my lesson. Forget meth, the new slogan should be, “New Mexican food: not even once.”
The safe thing to do is order traditional New Mexican food in New Mexico, like posolé, carne adovada, green chile stew, calabacitas, etc. Otherwise, it’s like going to Southern Spain and wanting amazing pintxos.
But it does sound like you went to a truly atrocious restaurant by the sound of that abomination; my condolences.