No Mas Mucho Mas

I think this writing thing has actually gotten to me because on the way to lunch today, I thought up my post title before having actually tried the place.

"I hope this place sucks", I said to my coworker, "because then I can call today's post 'No Mas Mucho Mas.'"

My title, though, has other connotations. I ended up at this hacienda-looking joint in Burbank to participate in one of those obligatory birthday lunches for someone at work. Fucking office politics. I walked into the dark, cavernous dining room with a fake, fixated smile on my face and held it the whole meal because I'm expected to be a team player, you know.

So yeah, I totally went in with prejudices and that's soooo wrong--a complete no-no to mislead my audience just because of my own sourness. But hey, turned out that the place ended up being just a'ight. Nothing to scream about. I don't ever need to go back, so yeah I guess I get to keep my title. Cool.

Mucho Mas is kind of like an old school version of your popular Tex-Mex chains like Acapulco's, El Torito, or Chevy's. Big (and I mean big) plates of fajitas, or enchiladas, or an enchilada and a taco, or a chile relleno and a taco, etc., etc. You get the picture. I had the #11 combination plate which included a pork tamale (or rather, tamal, if I wanna be grammatically correct) and a cheese enchilada, rice and beans on the side, and a choice of salad or soup for which I chose a bowl of albondigas (meatball) soup. The tamal was fat and stuffed with stringy pork and a couple of potato spears. (???) The enchilada was forgettable--I don't even remember how it tasted, but I do remember that it was flat and about 3 inches wide. The albondigas soup tasted like bland vegetable soup. The rice and beans, however, were good. Not great, but good. I was hungry, so I ended up eating about 2/3 of the huge burning plate of food, and I am regretting it because I'm extremely bloated now. The rest of the group had variations of the same thing. How corporate of us, huh?


My "Fat Tamal" and "Flat Enchilada" Combo


My Coworker's "Steak Chunks" Plate

The highlight of the meal, though, was that my friend The Mustard Whore whored himself out for salsa today. Drank half the dish for 5 bucks this time so his hourly rate went down.


My Friend The Salsa Whore

Finally, in line with all other cheesy places, the birthday boy got a birthday serenade. Five waiters and waitresses came out to give the guest of honor his mariachi-esque birthday serenade, sombrero, and birthday flan. Everyone laughed and clapped along. I, of course, being the team player that I am, conformed, but imagined the cartoon bubble above my head that read Someone kill me now, please.

Mucho Mas
10405 Burbank Blvd.
Burbank, CA 91601
(818) 980-0300