No, I’m not stroking out or letting the dogs type this review. That’s really the name of a restaurant.

I mean, what’s more inviting than a place with a name that looks like it was created with random letters floating together in a bowl of alphabet soup? Do you get a free appetizer if you can pronounce it when you sit down?

We were so curious about these random letter combinations that we even asked the staff how to pronounce it. The first person we asked – the one who dropped off our chips and salsas after we sat down – played the “I don’t speak English” card when asked and just smiled and walked away. Smart. Our server did say the name for us, but so quickly that I couldn’t even begin to replicate what he said or provide any clues to a third party.

So how did we end up at this double Q named establishment? Well, since we’re on a mission to finish the Medina County Brew Path, we’ve started searching for restaurants near those breweries so that we can swing in afterwards to claim those stamps.

And let’s all pretend to be shocked that Ted – of all people – scoped out a Mexican restaurant near one of the stops.

Let’s just say this right off the bat, if you don’t like spicy things, this is probably not be the place for you. I think Shane was visibly sweating while eating his burrito. Even the table salsa had a decent kick to it – which of course Ted didn’t know before he added extra spices to it. Oops. 

I even ended up with a bit of a spicy drink, although that’s my own fault for ordering a jalapeño margarita. And a super sized one at that. The water glasses didn’t stand a chance next to these drinks.

Ted got the passion fruit margarita. it came very highly recommended from our server, and Ted was not disappointed.

Shane got the Mexican mule. Which, if you’re wondering, is essentially a Moscow mule but replace the vodka with – take a guess but do it quickly because I’m going to tell you anyway – tequila.

Shane ordered the Burrito ala Diablo. Now, I didn’t take Spanish so this is by no means an accurate translation, but I’m here to tell you that basically means super spicy burrito in a small package.

(takes bow)

It should be noted that Shane was visibly disappointed at the size of his burrito when it arrived. I mean, given his benchmark is Latinos and their burritos the size of my arm you can see why. But I think once he started eating it he was glad there wasn’t more of it just because his mouth may not have been able to handle the heat.

Teds got the Fajitas Brasas, which translates loosely to “chicken fajitas.”

As you can tell from the photo, they were obviously delivered from the surface of the sun about two seconds before they arrived at our table. Who needs taste buds anyway?

He thought they were really good. Like he doesn’t believe in Shane’s whole ranking system, but he said that if he did then he would likely vote this number 2, right under Latinos.

I ordered the taco flight on flour tortillas.

We all know street tacos can range anywhere from the size of your palm to the size of a hubcap – so I was pleasantly surprised by how big my four tacos were. There was one chicken, one pork, one steak and one chorizo. I thought I would like the steak the best and saved that for last, but surprisingly I think the chorizo was actually my fave. 

The service here was really good. Everyone was very attentive, knowledgeable and had good personalities. Even the guy who shook his head and walked away from us at the beginning when we quizzed him on name pronunciation at least did so with an apologetic looking smile.

Like we said before, beating Latinos is a difficult task – and lord knows we seem to be trying to find another to top the list given that every third week we’re at another Mexican restaurant in the area. But I have to think we would all score this one pretty high on our respective lists. The food and atmosphere were good, the staff was friendly and I know none of us left hungry – even if Shane’s eyes thought that would be the case on first look. We’ll be sure to keep this one in mind for future meals before our stamp stops to Ignite Brunswick or Brew Kettle.

Just don’t ask us to spell it or say it, because even sober that ship is not leaving the dock.

Picked by: Ted