Evita's Mexican Cafe ...
First born son … definitely going to be named GRUB. First born daughter … okay, also going to be named GRUB. But after this last grubbing session, I'm really going to have to consider the name Evita. She's beautiful. She smells good. She comes with your choice of re-fried or whole beans … Pretty much everything you'd want in a woman.
This little Mexican gem was a recommendation from our Good Grub buddy Emily L. from way back in the day … and I mean wayyyy back … like circa November 2009. Yes, shameful that it took us that long to taste the magical nectar that is Evita's salsa, but also pretty damn impressive that we've been keeping this journey going for over two years. Okay, okay … enough about us … let's get back to Evita's.
Like every spot we love to hit up, this place has got that hole-in-the-wall vibe written all over it. As we sifted through the options up on the menu board, sent a text or two back to Emily for some guidance, we went with her recommendation of the veggie for my veggie wife and for me ... I couldn't resist their 3-Way Burrito. Can you say Grub Ménage à trois? Going with the Carne Asada to accompany my refried beans and rice (rounding out the traditional three), opting for onions and cilantro, and getting them to throw in thwap of guac … this giant bomb of a burrito was quite literally busting from the seams. From the tortilla down to the medley of fillings, everything had that authentic, street-style Mexican deliciousness going on. None of this Taco Bell nacho cheese nonsense … this is the way my grandma would make it when I was little … if my grandma were Mexican.
But stopping at the burrito would do Evita a grave injustice. Because what good is a burrito if you can't lather it up in salsa. So after you place your order, and turn the corner into the dinning area, be careful as you come face to face with the salsa bar of all salsa bars. First off … they've got a pretty solid variety of selections. Second off … each one comes with it's very own Oxnard Salsa Festival plaque. And after we loaded up cup after cup, dunked our chips, and smothered our burritos, I can safely say the Oxnard Salsa Festival isn't giving these out too easily. It's not like your 2nd grade soccer team where you won the "cleanest uniform" award.
And with that, we thank you Ms. Evita. Keep dancing the salsa, keep whipping up gut busting burritos, and keep feeding us the GRUB!
This little Mexican gem was a recommendation from our Good Grub buddy Emily L. from way back in the day … and I mean wayyyy back … like circa November 2009. Yes, shameful that it took us that long to taste the magical nectar that is Evita's salsa, but also pretty damn impressive that we've been keeping this journey going for over two years. Okay, okay … enough about us … let's get back to Evita's.
Like every spot we love to hit up, this place has got that hole-in-the-wall vibe written all over it. As we sifted through the options up on the menu board, sent a text or two back to Emily for some guidance, we went with her recommendation of the veggie for my veggie wife and for me ... I couldn't resist their 3-Way Burrito. Can you say Grub Ménage à trois? Going with the Carne Asada to accompany my refried beans and rice (rounding out the traditional three), opting for onions and cilantro, and getting them to throw in thwap of guac … this giant bomb of a burrito was quite literally busting from the seams. From the tortilla down to the medley of fillings, everything had that authentic, street-style Mexican deliciousness going on. None of this Taco Bell nacho cheese nonsense … this is the way my grandma would make it when I was little … if my grandma were Mexican.
But stopping at the burrito would do Evita a grave injustice. Because what good is a burrito if you can't lather it up in salsa. So after you place your order, and turn the corner into the dinning area, be careful as you come face to face with the salsa bar of all salsa bars. First off … they've got a pretty solid variety of selections. Second off … each one comes with it's very own Oxnard Salsa Festival plaque. And after we loaded up cup after cup, dunked our chips, and smothered our burritos, I can safely say the Oxnard Salsa Festival isn't giving these out too easily. It's not like your 2nd grade soccer team where you won the "cleanest uniform" award.
And with that, we thank you Ms. Evita. Keep dancing the salsa, keep whipping up gut busting burritos, and keep feeding us the GRUB!
