March 13 2010
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Alfredo’s Barbacoa

Now this is what I call a burger place! This restaurant is pretty well hidden somewhere in the depths of poshy barrio Salamanca, where men wear socks during sex and women wake up with perfect make up in the morning. Right now the entrance is covered because of reconstruction on the building, but obviously that makes no change to the every day business. It was packed when we entered and we had to wait 20 minutes before we got a table. Pro-tip: call before and make a reservation, specially if you’re a big party.

It doesn’t really fall under the definition of a crystal clean place, the floors are shabby and the paint is falling off which gives it a very sweaty teddy look. This is not necessarily a bad thing because the place has a very cool aura. The walls are covered in old posters from Texas announcing cheerleaders at local sports bars, pictures of visitors, American license plates and old skool maps, burger buns everywhere you look and the packing density demonstrates a great creativity for placing tables and chairs in every possible spot without making it unbearably crowded. We were seated next to a table where couple of guys were wearing all designer suits which clashed with hermzz’s hoodie he bought in 2000 in some outlet in Derby and my coat that still remembers communism in Slovakia, but in the end we all use our hands to eat.

The menu isn’t ominously huge, so you don’t have to study it for half an hour before ordering. Two basic burgers with variety of toppings and sides, with the usual default side of fries. Ketchup, mustard, salt, Tabasco and toothpicks were present at the table since we sat down. We ordered one Super Alfredo’s with chili for hermzz and one super Alfredo’s with Philadelphia and grilled onion for me, which is strange because I am not that big on onions. I decided I was allowed since I wasn’t planning on smooching with anyone later. What was impressive is that for a restaurant so full the food came within 10 minutes of being ordered.

Food rating:

  1. Let’s start with slightly negative points. The coke came in cans. I would expect normal tap soft drinks or in the worst case bottles. Cans are so cheap!
  2. The plates are pretty small for such huge portions, it happened twice that my fries decided to go for a pilgrimage to my lap while I was trying to dominate the burger.
  3. The hamburger rocked! It was pure pleasure mixed with more pure pleasure and some yummy smoke from the grill. Made exactly medium as a good burger should be.
  4. The chili burger was a bit lame, but it is a matter of selection, we have forgotten to order some more toppings, so it was only meat and chili in a bun. Don’t forget to check the toppings next time hermzz!
  5. Philadelphia, grilled onion and meat looks like a good combination for a later photo shoot of the toilet, but trust me, it is delicious. Btw, there is nothing sexier than an elegant lady with ketchup and Philadelphia cheese all over her mouth. Wrrrr.
  6. Since the food is so filling we decided to order just one desert. The choice fell on giant cookie with chocolate, vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. Nothing for dieting wuzzies I am telling you. It was, yet again, delicious and under no circumstances can I imagine a person who would be able to eat the whole thing. Burp.

Right after I winked at one of the at least 6 waiters constantly circling the room, the bill was on the table and cashing it took another 3 minutes, plus a smile as a bonus (hey, who wouldn’t smile at me?). Altogether it took us less than an hour between being seated and closing the door after us. We are still undecided on the origin of the fries though, but it is so difficult to figure out if they are home made, a.k.a. cut from fresh potatoes  or bought in a bag in supermarket, so we will leave this question for later and maybe even invent a whole new section on how to rate fries.

So do not hesitate and try it out, but maybe call in for a reservation, it might take a while especially during lunch time.

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