Not often enough, but about twice a month, our Sunday Fun-Day crew ventures out from the far Eastside border of LA, piles into an SUV, and heads out to the land called Orange County. To an oasis of gourmet Mexican food, crispy, over-inflated cougars, and an all too thoughtfully stocked bar. Perfect for a day of sitting back, getting blurry, swallowing down salty delights, and people-watching. This place, my friends, is Javier’s, in Crystal Cove.
We’ve been there enough that when Orlando spots us shuffling in, he clears our seats at the bar and lays out our usuals before we even slide into our spots. Mine: A Don Julio Anejo, neat. In a snifter, please. Yes, I am an 82-year-old Latin man. And then, before you know it, the goodies, crunchy, gooey, cheesy, salty, start arriving…
Perfect beef taquitos
amazing shrimp enchalladas
And my favorito, the wet bean and cheese burrito. O to the MG.
We sit, we chat, we eat, and we DRINK. Food comes, plates are taken away. There’s an out of this world ceviche, a secret Habanero salsa that will rip your taste buds right off your tongue, and a steak picado that will make you forget your mother’s name. It’s all amazing, from the food on your fork, to the bleached out 57-year-old 36-quadruple-D’s winking at your husband. And, if you’re like me, it’s a Sunday Fun-Day you’ll want to have over and over and over again.
