...I finally went to Angie's.
I'm not really sure why it took me so long. Though now that I have been, I will be back.
Old-school Tex-Mex is harder to find these days. Somewhere along the way people started getting all concerned about the size of their bellies (not that people shouldn't be) and blaming it all on Tex-Mex. I'll grant you that if you eat it on a daily or almost-daily basis, it will have a definite affect on the old waistline. I mean, hello, LARD. BUT... I happen to think most people replaced the Tex-Mex with food that is equally as fattening if not worse—mostly highly-processed crap that is prevalent at most grocery stores and every chain restaurant.
There's also been an influx of influences from the interior of Mexico that have broadened the definition of Tex-Mex, which is a good thing. But man, ya gotta give the old-school, yellow cheese, grease-laden, lard-infused, sauce-smothered Tex-Mex the proper respect too. Maybe not everyday, though I love it enough to do that and have done that through many periods of my life. But there are times when a hankering for some cheese enchiladas with chile con carne sauce and diced onions needs to be attended to. Angie's can fill that hole in your life.
Their salsa is on the hot side. Not intolerable I thought, though my parents apparently have a more sensitive tongue than I do. It was fresh and lovely, but take the heat into consideration. That will be a draw for some and a turn-off for others. The chips were light and crispy just the way they should be.
They are somewhat famous for their corn tortillas, and yeah, they deserve the fame. You can see from the photo that these are not flimsy store-bought tortillas. They are thick and freshly made and full of flavor. Slather them with butter and use them to scoop up the dregs of whichever sauce you've topped your food with.
Slim and Curly are cheese quesadilla aficionados... it is the kid food of choice in this state, after all. They clearly liked both the quesadillas and the refried beans. So thumbs-up on the kid factor. My mom gave the chicken flautas a thumbs-up as well. And me, well, my sauce-smothered, grease-laden cheese enchiladas with chile con carne sauce and diced onions hit. The. Spot. I am sure some of you out there who hail from other areas of the globe may look at this and see it as an unappealing plate of colorless slop, but those who are in the know will get it. And the cocky Texan thing kicks in there... we sort of don't care if others think our food looks like slop. It's a plate full of happiness.