Sometimes food and an activity are perfectly matched. Sometimes they’re polar opposites. Can you guess which category a date involving the chuckle-fest that is ‘Zero Dark Thirty’ and Mexican food might fall into?
After nearly 3 hours of fairly intense subject matter, the pay off absolutely had to be frosty Coronas with fat lime wedges and belly-busting, finger-licking, losing-your-cool-over nachos and chimichangas. Cafe Pacifico in the heart of Covent Garden was just the place to dish out all of the above…
Noisy but in a welcome way after 160 minutes of dark, hushed conversations, the place was lively, bright and welcoming and the servers although clearly busy, were cheery and prompt.
A short wait at the bar with the first welcome beer was followed by damn good nachos – laden with toppings as opposed to what happens 99% of the time with nachos where the first few are overloaded and all the others remain bare and unloved – and a chimichanga, spicy, warm and satisfying that clearly weighed more than my arm…and yet was polished off without any apparent difficulty. Shocking I know.
This ain’t the kind of place to visit for a quiet low key dinner with your hard of hearing older relatives. This is so the kind of place to visit when you want cold beer, lusciously cheesy-sour-creamy-guacamoley laden food and that majorly pleasant, slightly fat, somewhat buzzed feeling that results from having both.