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substitute ([personal profile] substitute) wrote2007-04-26 10:31 pm

Mi Casa es su Queso

casa de los gabachos gorditorifficos

This restaurant is part of my childhood. There's no longer a cigarette machine, but not much else has changed. It's "Mexican Food" as it was understood by Anglos in 1972 Costa Mesa. Hard shell tacos, refried beans with rice with every entrée, no surprises, and literally deadly quantities of cheese.

For adults there is a great emphasis on margaritas.

Mi Casa is not Mexican food. Most people who are aficionados of good food would not consider it to be worth considering at all. I like it. It's my childhood, and there is nothing modern about it. No authentic cochinito en pibil, but no Chili's waitresses with flair upselling me on the Chi-Chi-Tastic Balsamic Nacho Wrap, either.

They never lost the red leather booths or the hanging baskets at Mi Casa, or the sixty year old women in miniskirts and tights serving food, or even the original tables, which as you can see were from a Roy Rogers steakhouse circa 197... 1971, I bet.

Why yes, I would like another margarita, ma'am.

[identity profile] seriesfinale.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
literally deadly quantities of cheese

I'll have to ask you to please elaborate

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
The beans are at least 60% melted cheese.

All the entrée choices contain tremendous amounts of shredded or melted cheese, usually pouring out and over onto the cheese in the beans and creating a Union of Cheese.

There is an overall heavy sprinkling of the same shredded cheese on the plate, just sort of miscellaneously.

My guess is that the meal overall is about 60%-65% cheese unless you get a steak etc., and more so if your dish explicitly contains cheese as a named ingredient.

The overall weight of food in a dinner is approximately nine hundred kilograms, mostly quesal mass.

[identity profile] seriesfinale.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds...good.

I was hoping for some childhood memory of witnessing a heart attack. Well, maybe "hoping" isn't the word, but you know.

TIP

[identity profile] mrhinelander.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Avoid ordering the carne asada, and you'll have room for more margaritas. They're better for you anyway, they have vitamin C.

[identity profile] dmlaenker.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Mi Casa is not Mexican food. Most people who are aficionados of good food would not consider it to be worth considering at all. I like it. It's my childhood, and there is nothing modern about it. No authentic cochinito en pibil, but no Chili's waitresses with flair upselling me on the Chi-Chi-Tastic Balsamic Nacho Wrap, either.

Indeed. It's why I'll always remember Mi Hogar and their chízdip.

[identity profile] mr-flippant.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
I feel the same about the El Matador.

[identity profile] vanmojo.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I have to agree...

My childhood was all about El Matador over on Newport. The Albondigas...mmmmm meatballs...

mojo sends

[identity profile] kasheri.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
We loved El Matador because my dad had been instrumental in getting the owner's sons through high school. He was treated like a king there. One of the un-looked-for perks of being a good high school counselor.

[identity profile] hyniof.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)

It continues to be:

     My brother Tom's favorite restaurant, so we stop
there to eat every time he's in town visiting.  And the
cheese, oh, yes, the cheese...

                 Mike

[identity profile] libertas.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
aw, my childhood mexican restaurant burned down! it was called paco's and it was awesome. real mexican food, though.

[identity profile] odradak.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
I am suddenly in desperate need of a large oval plate covered in a bean and cheese mush with a bit of rice and tortilla buried somewhere under the steaming slop. Oh god I miss Mi Casa.

Oh yeah, jonesin' hard.

[identity profile] vegemitelover.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
There are a couple places around the neighborhood that I have logged in my mind that might possibly hold the appropriate type of "non-mexican mexican" food that you seek.

[identity profile] vegemitelover.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
"For adults there is a great emphasis on margaritas"

the bar/waiting area is what nails this one home.. including the endless supply of hot chips and overflowing pitchers of fresh'ish salsa.

[identity profile] tea-cantata.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like tremendous comfort food... You've got me nostalgic now for random childhood foodstuffs.

[identity profile] handstil.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmmm Mi Casa.
I love that when I order avocado on my burrito they give me an entire avocado, the whole damned thing.

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You're a very avocado-oriented person.

[identity profile] salome-st-john.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I just had what may have been the greatest of all avocados evar. From Raul, my new farmers' market friend. Why did I only get one. You have to come with me one week.

[identity profile] becauseshewas.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, that reminds me of David. Mi Casa was a childhood thing for him, too. And drinks at the Little Night.

Good enough eats, though!

[identity profile] florent.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
ahh... su casa mi casa. my friends and i were convinced the place was run by the mob.

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No, that's Avila's El Ranchito!

[identity profile] eyeteeth.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Because I'm a New York Jew that place for me is the long-defunct Chun Cha Fu, the gigantic Chinese restaurant that was on the Upper West Side back when the Upper West Side was seedy and vaguely undesirable. It was the phrase "cigarette machine" that brought it back to me. Chun Cha Fu was a New York Chinese place such as you can't find much anymore, with the padded booths and the tasseled menus and the Shirley Temples for the kids. There was this fake opulence that seems no longer to be the goal for Chinese restaurants. I miss that place.

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a place like that in SF, the name of which I forget but anyone from there would know. It's upstairs, with something of a view I think, and it's all red leather booths and have another mai tai, etc.

[identity profile] srl.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're ever planning to be in Boston, ping me and we'll go to the Hong Kong, favored by generations of Harvard students for their scorpion bowls and late-night munchies satisfaction. More downmarket than faux-opulent, but still an experience.

[identity profile] kasheri.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"no surprises"

Well, except for the roach they served [livejournal.com profile] brainflak back in the early eighties.

But that was more than 20 years ago, and I can not resist the draw of a place that is so liberal with the cheese...mmmm...deadly...

[identity profile] klikitak.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Roy Rogers? NO WAY! I always wondered about the branding on the tables. Also, kind of scared of something I have seen on the menu since practically birth:

Mi Casa Seafood (some kind of cod)?

Julian hates Mi Casa- he doesn't get it, huh.

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-28 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
That's weird, considering his affection for armpit bars in the 951.

Seafood? Mi Casa? Probably safe in that it's 581% frozen. But that's like ordering the Italian food in a family restaurant. Bad idea jeans.

[identity profile] ahhhlisaaah.livejournal.com 2007-04-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
My childhood memory:

Dinah's in Westchester. The same booths still exist as does the fried chicken and creamed spinach (***shudders***) But, it's where I discovered chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar and whipped cream at midnight after a night of getting high.

Oh yahh.

[identity profile] substitute.livejournal.com 2007-04-28 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
I remember their chicken as good. Even more so their oven baked pancake thing. carbsplosion.

[identity profile] ahhhlisaaah.livejournal.com 2007-04-28 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
The German Pancake with powdered sugar and squeezed lemon! On a plate bigger then anyone's head circumference.

And who can't forget the copper and black coffee pot for each table...

Discovery!

[identity profile] daisyhunter.livejournal.com 2007-04-28 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
All the new younger waitresses are in the bar.

[identity profile] gostargo.livejournal.com 2007-04-30 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
in the years 1997-2001 i probably drank 16000 gallons of those margaritas while watching laker games at the "burroh room." i miss it!