You know what they say – A meal isn’t over until you hate yourself just that little bit, or is that just me? Anyway, by the time I had my final bite at Hispanic Mechanic (sneakily popping the top button of my jeans as it digested) the meal… was over.
How, actually how can someone order a normal amount of food for a human being when there are so many tempting dishes to choose from? Tacos, wings, ribs, ceviche, corn, nachos, it’s enough to make a food lover distraught that they must live their life being dictated by the limitations of their stomach!
First up – let’s talk wings. Top-notch wings are a rare gem in Rad-town which TBH is enough to consider relocation. Now, however, we have another reason to stay put. These wings were spicy, sticky, crispy, juicy and ohhhhhh-so-delicious. Those adjectives can also be used to describe the ribs so we have two winners on our hands already.
The tacos were more on-point than Pat Rafter in ‘99. The crispy squid taco with buttermilk crema, watercress, black beans, fresh tomato and mango salsa was particularly swoon worthy.
I gotta say I was loving the vibe of the joint. With plenty of areas to sit from the restaurant, to the bar, to the solid sized beer garden, you’re bound to find a set-up to suit.
If you’re looking for me this summer I’ll be in the beer garden, chowing down of some o’ those wings and sipping sangria in the sun.