La Puerta ~ Stay Close to the John
The party-like atmosphere at La Puerta immediately makes you think you’re in for a good time. There’s a full bar area, giant deck, fiesta decor and sometimes gangsta Mexican rap on the stereo. Today I even heard a tricked-out salsa dance remix of Coldplay’s “Clocks” with horns and congas and shit. Totally put me in the mood.
But the mood soon changed. I’ve had no less than 30 tacos this week, so I ordered sopitos ($6.95 includes 2 sopitos and rice and beans). La Puerta’s Sopitos turned out to be a weird pile of beans, meat, tomatoes, parmesan cheese, and about 12 bushels of iceberg lettuce suffocating a thick, dense corn tortilla. The produce looked fresh, but there was something strangely rich about the dish that made me uneasy since I was basically eating a jacked up taco salad.
Gastroenterologically, La Puerta doesn’t do a body good. I had a very long walk after lunch and this made me nervous if you know what I mean. It was a close one.