I know at least one person who reads this blog really loves goats, so, if you are this person or another person who feels this way, you may want to stop reading now.
Still reading? Ok, you've been warned.
Thanks to Giggles and the faulty sun visor in her Prius, we found a gem today on a sleepy little road in El Monte. In other words, if you ever get your car serviced at Longo Toyota, you should stop by here.
birrieria, which is sort of odd because you'd think a place with "boat" in its name would specialize in seafood. A birrieria sells birria, just like a panaderia sells pan, a carniceria sells carne, and a tortilleria sells tortillas.
The unassuming small storefront is deceptive. Open the door, and you see a giant kitchen and an even larger cafeteria-like dining area. Everyone speaks only Spanish. This place is beyond legit.
Almost as soon as you sit down, a happy busboy plops down these little complimentary bowls of savory tomato-based macaroni. It's like a yummier Mexican version of Chef Boyardee.
My fresh lemonade with a hint of lime ($1.65) rocked. Lip-smackingly good.
birria is goat. And it's marvelous. Tennessee and I went halfsies on two dishes, including this massive birria burrito ($9.99). The meat was tender, rich, seasoned with fresh mole, and topped with a tomato salsa and over 20 different ingredients. Stewlicious.
Really good stuff, but, if you're not into goat, there is a beef version, too, which may actually be even more delicious. We all loved Giggles' beef version. However, we couldn't go to a birrieria and not get birria!
Wienerdude opted for a camarones diablo dish, which he said was great.
But the most impressive entree today was something possibly even more out-of-the-ordinary than stewed goat -- codorniz frita ($9.99).
For the Spanish-illiterate, that's fried quail. Fanfuckingtastic! So good it requires profanity! Imagine the best tiny fried chicken ever -- golden and crispy on the outside and succulent on the inside -- and you have this. But slightly different. And awesome. I wasn't able to finish my portion, so I took it to go.
Even after five hours in an office refrigerator, it still smelled incredible as I toted my takeout box to my car. I was rather tempted to just sit on the sidewalk and gnaw on my leftovers like a crazy person, but I resisted. Mr. Monkey had quite the nice little snack tonight.
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