Mr. T and I have many things in common. One of those things is a full on group deal addiction. We open our emails every morning looking for our next fix. What awesome deal can we find today? It’s a bit out of hand, but I like to think that we pick them carefully and actually save a bit of money in the process.
Because we have so many between the two of us, I’ve created a list to keep track of them. However, when we were finishing up his move the other day, he asked if I wanted to use the brunch we had bought for the Salsa Room the next morning.
I had no idea we’d even purchased a brunch deal at the Salsa Room. Pathetic, no?
But because we have no food, no utensils that aren’t packed and I’m never one to turn down brunch, I happily obliged.
I was pretty excited, because when it comes to brunch, I’m all about Mexican-style egg dishes. I like pancakes and waffles, but whenever I order them I always wish I would have gone with eggs. Mostly because eggs breakfasts often involve cheese, and cheese is the best thing ever.
When we walked into the Salsa Room, which is actually a night club that teaches salsa lessons Wednesday through Friday before opening the dance floor for the night, we were immediately greeted by our enthusiastic server – John.
John, a recent transplant from California, was just the cutest nugget ever in the whole wide world. He started out by telling us his top three favorite dishes on the menu – in descending order. In case you’re curious – they were:
3. French Toast
2. Huevos Rancheros
1. Bistec a lo Pobre
We told him we had a Groupon for two entrees and unlimited coffee, and he was very gracious in accommodating us. If you read Jess’s blog
, you may know that sometimes this isn’t the case.
Mr. T and I took John’s recommendations at heart, he had the French toast and I had the huevos rancheros. To be honest I would have gotten them regardless because huevos rancheros are my favorite breakfast of all time. I thought about going with the #1 choice, because I’ve never had bistec a lo pobre, but I’m usually not ready for meat that early in the morning and I just wanted my damned eggs slathered in cheese and hot sauce.
While waiting for our entrees and sipping delicious coffee (he told us what kind it was, but I forgot, I had a migraine later than day that wiped out a lot of my mental hard drive) he told us all about the dance lessons and how Marc Antony sang there once, before the whole JLo fiasco. I’m telling you, this kid was adorable. I usually hate people who try to make small talk with me, but he had a knack for it.
And then, the food was on the table, in no time at all. His chatty distraction worked wonders for my usual impatience when waiting to eat.
Huevos rancheros are hard to screw up, but these actually really stood out. I liked that the tortillas were served crispy so I could pick them up and eat the whole thing with my hands. I like to be as barbarian as possible.
The eggs were cooked perfectly and the salsa actually tasted like real salsa, not chipotle pepper. It seems like every restaurant in the D.C. area has the same smoky chipotle-esque salsa and I hate it.
The sides were great as well – the fruit was fresh and not comprised solely of melon (major pet peeve) and the potatoes had great flavor, although they could have maybe been cooked a tad longer.
I don’t have a bad thing to say about The Salsa Room, except that I wish I had found it sooner.
Do you like a chatty server? I usually don’t. Just leave me alone so I can eat my food in peace. I would prefer not to have to make eye contact with you while there is cheese grease dripping down my chin. John was the exception though. Any single girls in Arlington looking for a salsa partner should hit him up. Tell him I sent you. Maybe he’ll give me some free food in exchange?