After a 70 hour work week, a big hearty, Mexican meal with all drinks tequila can be infused into, was certainly in order... We headed to Zocalo over on Piedmont & 10th. We opted to sit outside, it was that 7 o'clock time when day turns to night and the sky gives a pink glow. I immediately ordered a drink. A bloody Maria. A Bloody Mary minus the vodka, plus the tequila.
Sucked it down. Chris ordered a Mojito, one of the best I've ever tasted. We ordered a sampler plate, giving us a taste of the Gulf Coast. The plate included, Cochinita pibil (marinated pork), Chicken mole enchilada, shredded beef tamale with tomatillo salsa, cheese & sour cream, Picadas (corn patties topped with steak, chorizo & salsa verde) and Camaron Maya (shrimp wrapped in bacon). It came with tomatillo-avocado salsa, arbol salsa, pico, tortillas & charro beans. It was presented on a large wooden board.
I loved the presentation & the flavors. In the end everything ended up tasting the same, but there were certainly some distinct spices in there that automatically set itself apart. Next up I indulged myself in a Pomegranate Margarita which tasted like pure juice, one of those "is there even tequila in this?" situations.
My palate told me no, but my head told me yes. A clear buzz presented itself... These margaritas were like those I experienced, up a mile high, in Boulder, Colorado, rooftop at The Rio where the limit was THREE. Anyway, back to Atlanta: We then opted for the Molcajete Carmelita for 2, which presented itself in a hot lava rock, heaping with sizzling hot steak, topped with bubbling asadero cheese, combined with a medley of grilled cactus, tomatoes, serano peppers & tomatillo salsa with a side of soft tortillas. It was perfect. Exactly why we came here; to fill up, taste authentic flavors & feel like we weren't in Atlanta. I was mostly excited for the grilled cactus because I had never tasted it before. The texture was a soft crunch, comparable to a pickle. We took an eating break and had a glass of Malbec. Dessert was then calling our name. We ordered two: an AMAZING flan & warm churros served with vanilla "helado". I was completely blown away & impressed with the desserts. I will certainly return to Zocalo to fix a Mexican craving. Next time I will be trying one of their specialties: Mexican beer poured over spices & lime on the rocks... Something I've never heard of but am dying to try! Adios.
After a 70 hour work week, a big hearty, Mexican meal with all drinks tequila can be infused into, was certainly in order... We headed to Zocalo over on Piedmont & 10th. We opted to sit outside, it was that 7 o'clock time when day turns to night and the sky gives a pink glow. I immediately ordered a drink. A bloody Maria. A Bloody Mary minus the vodka, plus the tequila. Sucked it down. Chris ordered a Mojito, one of the best I've ever tasted. We ordered a sampler plate, giving us a taste of the Gulf Coast. The plate included, Cochinita pibil (marinated pork), Chicken mole enchilada, shredded beef tamale with tomatillo salsa, cheese & sour cream, Picadas (corn patties topped with steak, chorizo & salsa verde) and Camaron Maya (shrimp wrapped in bacon). It came with tomatillo-avocado salsa, arbol salsa, pico, tortillas & charro beans. It was presented on a large wooden board. 
I loved the presentation & the flavors. In the end everything ended up tasting the same, but there were certainly some distinct spices in there that automatically set itself apart. Next up I indulged myself in a Pomegranate Margarita which tasted like pure juice, one of those "is there even tequila in this?" situations. 
My palate told me no, but my head told me yes. A clear buzz presented itself... These margaritas were like those I experienced, up a mile high, in Boulder, Colorado, rooftop at The Rio where the limit was THREE. Anyway, back to Atlanta: We then opted for the Molcajete Carmelita for 2, which presented itself in a hot lava rock, heaping with sizzling hot steak, topped with bubbling asadero cheese, combined with a medley of grilled cactus, tomatoes, serano peppers & tomatillo salsa with a side of soft tortillas. It was perfect. Exactly why we came here; to fill up, taste authentic flavors & feel like we weren't in Atlanta. I was mostly excited for the grilled cactus because I had never tasted it before. The texture was a soft crunch, comparable to a pickle. We took an eating break and had a glass of Malbec. Dessert was then calling our name. We ordered two: an AMAZING flan & warm churros served with vanilla "helado". I was completely blown away & impressed with the desserts. I will certainly return to Zocalo to fix a Mexican craving. Next time I will be trying one of their specialties: Mexican beer poured over spices & lime on the rocks... Something I've never heard of but am dying to try! Adios.
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Wow! Another go to place, make the ressies!
Stopped in a small hole in the wall in Cambridge had the chicken tamales, too die for!
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