Hey look it’s Ted’s pick and we’re at a Mexican restaurant. Let’s all pretend to be shocked.

I really don’t think we realized just how many Mexican restaurants exist in this area until we essentially started visiting a new one every third week or so. Thanks, Ted.

But hey, at least Mexican food means margaritas, which I will rarely say no to. Especially when the front page of the menu throws out words like “best in town” and extends an invitation to enjoy them.

It seems like it would be rude not to, no?

Shane and I opted to share a pitcher of peach margaritas, and Ted decided on a single glass of the jalapeño variety.

Apparently Ted was feeing extra spicy this evening, because he chose a spicy burrito to accompany his jalapeño margarita.

And that’s it, his whole meal. No appetizers or sides or anything. Just one burrito. Has he forgotten how we usually do things on Wednesdays? I mean, come on, it’s not a Wednesday night out with us unless we properly fill a table with an embarrassing amount of food for three people. And this is not going to get us very far on that mission.

Fortunately Shane makes a great wingman, because he made up for Ted’s single plate by ordering what can only be described as a boatload of food. So much so that the server joked that he must be ordering enough for her to come join us at the table for dinner.

That’s the spirit.

Now in fairness he did say that the reason he ordered so much was because he figured there was no way the fajita quesadilla could be large enough to cure his hunger given that it was only $9.

Apparently on Shane’s dollars to food ratio scale anything less than $10 should be labeled a snack. So he had to add a bean burrito and an enchilada along with his fajita quesadilla.

Spoiler alert: he was quite full when he left. And admitted maybe, just maybe, he didn’t need all that. Another chance to practice our look of shock and awe.

I mean, yeah, we totally could’ve had the server join us. Along with the cook. And maybe the bartender.

Also when we got the bill it turns out that fajita quesadilla was actually $13 – not $9 – so either Shane read it wrong or this fairly new places needs to update their menu already. Either of those scenarios could be true.

I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed that if Shane was going to order sides to go along with his main meal, he didn’t consult the appetizer section of the menu.

A hamburger with fries as an appetizer? Or eight chicken wings? I’m so curious what kind of missed opportunity we could’ve encountered here.

Next time.

I got the burrito agavero with steak.

Again, one plate. Like a normal person.

So overall our reviews were mixed. I thought my meal was good. The steak could’ve been seasoned more, but it didn’t ruin the dish by any means. Meanwhile Ted was disappointed to find the spicy burrito to be, well, not particularly spicy. So false advertising there.

Maybe he should’ve stuck to the app menu, too?

And apparently Shane should’ve stuck with just his bean burrito and/or his enchilada, because both of those were better than his fajita quesadilla. Being larger than expected was about the best compliment that he could give that meal.

So. Many. Jokes.

So I guess on our 1-to-Latinos rating scale – because Latinos is not the standard by which all other Mexican restaurants in the area shall be judged, apparently – I would say Agavera is about a six. Not the worst place by any means, and some things were quite good and worth another visit. But definitely hit or miss.

Although I’m saying it now: we can only go back if it’s agreed someone gets the burger and fry app. Even if we have to rock-paper-scissors it on the way over. It’s happening.

Picked by: Ted (who else?)