El Molcajete and Platte Valley Creamery
El Molcajete (1013 East Overland), claims post number five in my tour de Mexican restaurants.
I think El Molcajete may have a little identity confusion.
Do they want a traditional Mexican/Aztec vibe?
Or are they going for a more edgy, one-shoed-naked-lady feel?
When I entered the seen-better-days building El Molcajete is housed in, I had a weird, immediate flashback to my grandmother’s house. The olfactory-emotional memory is a powerful thing. Ancient cigarette smoke, grease, and cleaning chemicals. Just like grandma’s kitchen.
On the opposite side of the restaurant from where I sat, a portly gringo in a baseball cap dined alone, several tables away from a family with two young kids. The man overheard the family asking menu questions of each other, and the man took it upon himself to provide a loud, detailed explanation of nearly everything on the menu. The menu’s pretty extensive, and the man loves the food. His impromptu lesson took awhile.
The service was friendly, though the food was a little slow to arrive, due to a large takeout order placed just as we were sitting down.
A friend loves their chilaquiles. I got a chile relleno and a tamale a la carte. Husband got a chile relleno dinner. We shared an order of chips (not my favorite) and an order of fried jalapenos.
The chile relleno had good breading and good cheese, but just as at La Joya, it was on the soggy side. The tamale has no sauce, but it had lime juice soaked into it. I don’t know if that was an accident or not, but it was very tasty.
The fried jalapenos were just that: jalapenos that had been fried. No cheese, no breading, but plenty of capsaicin.
Directly next to El Molcajete is the Platte Valley Creamery.
There are oodles of sweet treats to be had. I chose a scoop of “champagne-flavored” ice cream, which tasted more like a SweetTART than champagne, but was nummy nonetheless.
Lovely combo for a warm evening: Mexican meal at El Molcajete, cooled off by Platte Valley ice cream.
Copyright 2010 by Katie Bradshaw