Friday May 14 found me in my hometown of Milwaukee Wisconsin. Though I have not held residence in Milwaukee for almost a decade and a half, it is a place that is very near and dear to me. Still an avid Wisconsin sports fan, I find myself in the stands many times in the city that is known as "a great place by a great lake".
If glutney if you favorite of the deadly sins, Milwaukee very well may be your type of town. With a deep German heritage, and prevalent dairy farming industry, Milwaukee is full of wonderful cheeses, sausages, and beers; Not holding to the sterotype, though, it is a pregressive place to which welcomes many varieties of wonderful food.
Th difficult thing for me, though, is coming from the burrito epicenter of the world, Chicago, I cannot understand why there is not a burrito joint on every corner of every street in every city. 100 Miles north in Milwaukee, there is certainly not a burrito joint on every corner.
After a night of baseball and beers, I found myself with 3 other friends at Jaliscos. Located on East North Avenue, it is in the center of the very young and vibrant East Side of Milwaukee.
In the spirit of Burrito Appreciation Month, I ordered in the language of the burrito, Spanglish. The current burrito is neither purely Mexican or American, and I feel that ordering in a fushion language is expected, if not required. Most burrito places in Chicago will entertain my butchered version of Spanglish, and amazingly, for the most part, I get a meal that is pretty close to what I intended to order. Jaliscos, despite my friends clarifications of my Spanglish, did not understand it...Strike one.
If you are hoping this blog post is going to read like a romantic comedy with a happy ending (i.e. boy goes to hometown and meets burrito heaven), read no further. It didn't happen. Though I was far too lit to recount exact details of the experience and tell you in depth about the ingreidients of the burrito, I will tell you one thing, I did not like it...Strike two. The burrito was fairly medicore and bland. Even in my haze, I did not eat more than half of this burrito. The one redeeming quility about this place was that they had good natchos, but that if perifery and I am more concerned about the main course, the burrito.
With El Chico Zuma and its delicious burrito suizo vacating the east side in the middle of this decade, I feel that outside of Walkers Point, Milwaukee is left with a true burrito void in an otherwise vibrant city. I challenge Milwaukee people on this blog to please find me (or open) a burrito place place that will keep me coming back.
Overall, I will give Jaliscos a 5 out of 10. It has two strikes against it, but it is still in the batters box. I will return, and I hope for a better performance. In the meantime, I am returning to Chicago tomorrow as I no longer wish to be 100 mils away from the burrito phile.
Until next time.
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