I like Mexican food, but don’t have it very often because there are only a couple of Mexican restaurants in the area and my favorite is always packed right out to the sidewalk.
So . . . I was talking to a friend and he said “You should try Beans! The food is awesome!”
Beans supposedly has authentic Mexican food, which is a hard thing to find in Syracuse. They don’t advertise and unless you already know where it is, you’ll never find it.
First, it takes a private detective to find this place. It’s not in Google, everybody I talk to has heard of it but nobody knows where it is. It’s like the Secret Restaurant. Finally we got directions from someone. Turns out it’s in an unmarked back section behind a bar that’s built into the first floor of a house. I got the phone number from the friend and called up to find out what their hours were. The woman who answered said they were serving until 10pm.
Cool. We get there at 8pm, it’s mostly empty, so we sit down at a table and wait. And wait. And wait.
We’ve been there about 45 minutes. We’re starving. No chips & salsa, no tortillas, no crackers, no nothing.
Finally the waitress shows up, drops off some menus, and leaves. Comes back in 15 minutes or so to take our orders. We ordered some chips and salsa, I ordered a burrito and my wife ordered a quesadilla.
This is the best part. About 5 minutes later, the chef storms out of the kitchen and starts yelling at us and says “How about I come to your house a 9 o’clock at night and make you cook for me?!” I’m kind of on tilt at this point, thinking that the general purpose of a restaurant is that someone makes food and people come to eat it. Maybe I’m wrong. Who knows . . .
In any case, I have a personal rule about not antagonizing people with sharp knives who are acting strangely, so I just stared. When he went back to the kitchen we got up and left.
I can’t tell you anything about the food. We didn’t have any. If any of you go there, leave a note here. Maybe I’ll give them another try some time.