Mexican Meatballs at El Pacifico
The Wife and I stopped by El Pacifico tonight. Fortunately, they have outdoor seating, which was a godsend as the interior had the nose-hair curling antiseptic stench one encounters too frequently in Mexican restaurants.
The menu was large and largely uninteresting, so I decided to get a classic dish that I can’t remember ordering in the past 20 years: nachos. They were inoffensive, with better cheese than I expected and blobs of decent guac but overall my palate was flat-lining.
We had a series of abominable dishes – including a fish tostada that was unbelievably bad, vile to the point of being inedible, and a chile relleno that was fried to blackness. Then the meatballs arrived. Now, I’m not sure I’ve ever ordered abondigas in a Mexican restaurant, but these were pretty good, seasoned slightly, in a warm tomato broth.
These were actually “porcupine meatballs,” beef flecked with rice, and The Wife enjoyed them quite a bit – just like Mom used to make, she observed.
Aside from the nachos and meatballs, I can’t say much good about this place, which would probably prove a feasible option if you find yourself drunk after midnight in Logan Square (they close at 1:00 AM)
El Pacifico
3534 W. Fullerton
773.423.4999
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