I entered the Ortega 120 Mexican restaurant on 1814 S. Pacific Coast Highway came with high expectations thanks to a favorable review in the Los Angeles Times. While some dishes were bland or underseasoned, there were enough good dishes made with fresh high-quality ingredients to compel me to return.
To start my wife and I had chips and 2 kinds of salsa. The spicier salsa was amazing and I was optimistic about the rest of the meal. My wife's lemon margarita was made with fresh lemons, not the pre-made mix, so my optimism continued.
Then came the appetizers, Calamari a la Diabla and a bowl of guacamole. The calamari was a spicy flavor explosion and I kept saying to my wife, "This is to die for" several times before she said, "Okay, I get it."
But my wife correctly pointed out that the guacamole was bland, underseasoned, and in dire need of more garlic.
Then came the main dishes. My Camarones al Mojo de Ajo, spicy shrimp with homemade tortillas, rice, and beans was overall good but with a few problems. One, the shrimp tasted like they were prepared with the same sauce used with the calamari and I don't want an entree that repeats the flavors of my appetizer. While the homemade tortillas were excellent, the rice and beans were sadly flavorless.
My wife ordered the Tour de Tacos, an assortment of chicken, beef, pork, and shrimp tacos. Overall, they were good, but she pointed out the chicken tasted "funky." I took a bite and indeed it tasted like old flesh suggestive of cat food. No doubt the chicken taco was the worst thing we ate because the meat tasted so old.
The dessert, Dulce de Leche Chocolate Cake with vanilla ice cream, was excellent and I would order that again.
For the most part, the ingredients were fresh and well put together and while I will never order a chicken taco, or perhaps nothing made with chicken there, I will return.
Longing for a modern radio that brings the glory of old, Terry writes:
While I don't have much luck curbing my Endless Pursuit of More (wherein More Is Never Enough,) I would love a Vacuum Tube Radio to play with and fawn over.
When I was a preschooler, I loved plugging in the old abandoned radio in the barn and staring into the open back of it as the filaments in the tubes began to glow.
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Another abandoned technology (and variation on the vacuum tube) which continues to cultivate interest is the Regenerative Radio:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regenerative_circuit
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