last night we met my (very cute & pregnant) friend liz and her husband for mexican food. london is kinda a mexican food desert – there is a fancy place that everyone loves, but i just think it’s alright. i don’t want to eat my guacamole on a baked plantain coated in a light dusting of raw chocolate, tossed in a cayenne glaze and topped with a tequila-pickled jalapeño. i want to eat it on a thin salted corn chip. that’s it.
picante took me back to american mexican restaurants… the owner hails from california, his ingredients are hand made, and your plate is full of food. just like america. freedom-sized servings. i went to town on some enchiladas verdes, mexican rice and black beans last night.
picante is near victoria station and are only open for dinner on wednesday & thursday nights. they don’t have a liquor license so it’s BYOB. there was talk of relocating soon, so watch their facebook for updates.
