Fast forward to another day at the beach and we came back to town in the mood for something just a little spicy. I had assumed that we would end up at Juanita Greenburg's Nacho Royale (for no reason other than proximity and the name was intriguing) but after reading the reviews online, we stayed away. We eventually opted for Yo Burrito, which I'm going to chalk up as a mistake.
On the positive side, the atmosphere was open and inviting, the staff were very friendly and it was a good place to people watch (my daughter's favorite pastime). The food, however, was unremarkable. I ordered the carnitas tacos (I love carnitas) so perhaps that should have been red flag #1, don't order tacos in a burrito place. And while I do think the menu made some reference to carnitas being akin to barbecue, these were the worst carnitas ever. Or the worst barbecue ever. Or somewhere in between…. In any case, flavorless, appeared to have been steamed to a pasty white hue and truly were not appetizing at all. On top of that, no chips, just a basket with two tacos in it. In fact, had we not ordered queso (standard, nothing special but not bad) for the table, we would not have had any chips at all. Come on, you have to give us chips...! I see now that the menu includes "Bottomless chips and salsa -- a must!" but that seems pretty standard at no charge elsewhere. Enough chip griping though, here's the real killer to my tasteless tacos: they fell apart. Groan. Seriously, if you can't make a taco that doesn't fall apart, don't make a taco.
Similarly, my daughter's burrito grenaded in her hands. Bottom fell out into her basket (did I mention no chips in the basket..?). My son got a single taco that ended up being three bites so I ordered another which took 10 minutes to be delivered. And my wife reported that her tomatillo chicken burrito was bland but at least it didn't fall apart. It wasn't the worst meal ever but Yo Burrito has seen the last of me. I also thought it was overpriced despite $1 and $2 beer options.
We crashed the waves at Folly again all the next day and came back hungry and thinking pizza. We had walked past Andolini's on the way to Jestine's and it looked good (important) and smelled good (even more important) so we decided to give it a shot. Remembering that if I can't say something nice, I shouldn't say anything at all, here goes: the Fat Tire was cold. Full stop. Well actually, it was my kind of pizza place on the inside, pretty gritty, held a lot of promise but just didn't deliver. My confidence level was not boosted when I asked why all the servers were wearing Juanita Greenburg's Nacho Royale t-shirts and was told, same family owner—not a good sign.
Anyway, we started with a Greek salad and an Italian salad. The Greek salad was actually pretty good so maybe I'm being too hard on this place. The Italian salad was nothing short of bizarre. At first I thought it was a plate of noodles but the noodles turned out to be thickly grated mozzarella and plenty of it. Hard to even find the salad and this went mostly uneaten. It looked basically like a bowl of intestinal worms—nice!
On the pizza side, we often split two whole pies but lugging pizza home in the cooler the next day wasn't sounding good so we opted for slices. I got a Greek slice (tomatoes, onions, banana peppers, black olives, feta cheese) and a slice of Edie’s Favorite (garlic, meatballs, mushrooms, onions, jalapeños). Both were very bland (look at the ingredients—how is this possible?), to the point that even pulled off and tasted individually, the jalapenos were entirely tasteless. My wife got a slice of Vegetarian (garlic, tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, green peppers, green & black olives) and as you might guess, it was even more tasteless than mine. My son got a pepperoni slice (as did my daughter) and a meatball slice and both kids were underwhelmed (and to the degree that kids can, they know pizza).
Ordering slices may have been part of the problem. Basically we got slices of cheese pizza of an undetermined age (read: really old) with ingredients sprinkled on top and then blasted in the oven. The vegetables cringed and turned to mush and the meats crisped, browned and then dried into a powdery version of their former selves. Perhaps this doesn't happen on a whole pie but I'm guessing that the tasteless aspect would remain. Mix this in with too loud, techno-grunge music and you have a recipe for a headache. Again though—the beer was cold!
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