The lovely AJ of Confessions of a Fat Girl tried to get in my pants last week. Kidding. She invited me to be her +1 at the new Pink Taco location in West Hollywood. I’d never eaten there, and it was the perfect setting to catch up with the busy lady, so I said, “Yes I’ll put out for you, AJ!”** So off to the Sunset Strip, I went.
I pulled up to the valet ($6.50 on a weeknight), and popped out to see my date, AJ, waiting for me. You can’t miss the Pink Taco on Sunset – it’s PINK and right on Sunset where the action and wannabe actors are. We were greeted by no less than two hostesses and seated in the patio; our server’s name was Hannah, and she was so friendly and helpful. We asked her questions about drinks and food, and she knew her shiznit about the menu. The patio is great – you can see Sunset; I imagine it must be a fun place to sit during weekend nights, people-watching.
We ordered the Puerto Rican Mary Jane and The Cock Fight margaritas. I’m usually not a margarita person and unlike real cock fights, my Cock Fight was tasty and refreshing. They muddle everything fresh and don’t use mix, ie. Pink Taco doesn’t dick around with their drinks.
Hannah The Awesome Server came back with entree recommendations – we ordered the Lobster Enchiladas and the Sabana de Pollo. Jesus. Both dishes were delicious. The lobster enchiladas were perfect – rich, lobster-y (yes it’s officially in my dictionary), and filling. The Sabana de Pollo – pounded *snicker* chicken with a three-cheese mix, black beans, caramelized onions… [You know that I'm not a chicken fan, right?] But this made me think twice about ignoring chicken. This dish is also the size of my head – you can feed at least three adults with this entree. Trust me. We ended up boxing up 3/4 of my chicken dinner.
As AJ and I tried to eat our dinner, we caught up with our lives. I am so glad AJ is in my life. If you didn’t know, she was also my roomie for #Blogher11 in San Diego. We’re both headed to NYC in August for #Blogher12 – I’m speaking, and she’s pimping.
We saved some room for dessert – a homemade vanilla creme brulee. It was not heavy at all, and it went down smoothly. *snicker* No, really, it was great – I love when restaurants use real vanilla bean and you can see the flecks in the creme brulee.
Final verdict – I’d love to come back with more girl friends and hang out here. [I'm looking at you, Ariel.] It _is_ a little loud during happy hour – the music is blasting, and folks are talking loudly to each other to be heard. So be warned. I suspect there will be a wait there as they just opened this spring, and it’s only the second location in the LA area. (There is a Pink Taco in Century City.) The decor is fun – very Dia de los Muertos; the vibe is hip. I felt comfortable and welcomed at Pink Taco. Most importantly, the food was delicious and the drinks were tasty. Go and try it out – I think you’ll like it as much as I do.
The fine print: This dinner was graciously hosted by Pink Taco. All opinions my own, of course.
** Yes I’m going to put in as many sexual innuendos as I can in this post. I mean, really, who names a restaurant Pink Taco and doesn’t expect snark from me?