Multicultural Cuisine of…
Mi Corazon Tequila Bar
462 Lygon St,
(03) 9384 6153
Around 3 years ago, my best friend and I decided we should go out for dinner with our boyfriends. We’re both Italian, and as such, usually go out for a pizza. But this weekend, we felt like something a little different, and she asked me if I knew any good Mexican places. Real Mexican though, no Mexican-by-numbers stuff. I didn’t.
So, I jumped on Google and searched for one. What I found was a little bar on the Brunswick end of Lygon St, which had opened relatively recently, boasting an absurd number of Tequilas (over 100 varieties) and real Mexican food. I sent Poo a text with the address, and we decided to give it a go – after all, if we didn’t like it, we were already on Lygon St and could go for a pizza later.
We walked into the dark, quiet little place called Mi Corazon (my heart, or my sweetheart in Spanish), wedged between a supermarket, travel agent, gift shop, and Fijian grocers. There weren’t a heap of people in there (it was only 6:30pm), so we settled ourselves in a couch-booth at the front of the bar and ordered a drink. We eventually made our way to our table and ordered, then scoffed our dinner. Verdict? We’ve been regular customers there ever since, and we take any and every opportunity to get back!
It’d been a while since our last visit, so we decided one of our infamous “Tequila Bar nights” was in order for the Queen’s Birthday long weekend. In honour of her majesty the queen, we would eat Mexican food, drink Tequila, and be merry. And possibly a little hungover. So, Sous-Jeff and I gathered a few of our good friends, Ms Em, EJ and Gazelle, as well as my little sister Stinky, and her boyfriend decided they’d come along for dinner before the beverages began.
|Loooooove this picture :)|
This time, we’re seated right near my favourite art work in the place, which I take as an omen that it’s going to be a great night. We’re each passed a menu by Ash, and introduced to our waitress, Alex, Ash’s housemate. We have a token flick through the menu; I say token, because we all already know what we’re ordering. Between the lot of us, we’ve tried most things on there, but we all have our favourites now – it just happens to be that we all have the same favourite!
|Nachos with cheese, jalapenos (removed), guacamole, sour cream and home made salsa, $15.50|
|Elote – corn on a cob seasoned with chilli, lime, mayo and cheese, $6.00|
Ms Em, EJ and I all have one thing on our mind to get started – the corn. We had it last time, and we’ll have it again next time. It is absolutely amazing, tastes like nothing else I’ve ever had before. The combination of the creaminess of the mayo and cheese, and the bite of the lime and chilli is just perfect, and before long, we’re all licking mayo off our faces, picking corn out of our teeth, and grinning like little kids.
Out come our matching main dishes, and Gazelle is the only one who’s ordered something different to the rest of us.
|Pollo con Salsa Mole, $22.50|
|Tacos Campechanos, $25.00|
What’s so good about the Campechanos that inexplicably has (almost) the entire table order it, and out waitress to say “I don’t blame you, it’s the best thing on the menu”? The tortillas are soft, the meat is tender, the onion and coriander compliment the meats perfectly, and the guacamole is heaven. Put them all together, and it’s a party in your mouth.
About now, the live music kicks in, our meals have been wolved down, and the rest of our party arrives. With our dinner bill settled, we return to “our” booth, cocktail menus in hand, and get comfortable for a long night of Mexican beer, Tequila cocktails, and quality time talking with some of our best friends and family. Don’t get the wrong impression – we don’t come here to get blind drunk and run a muck – we come here because there are no drunk idiots being loud and annoying, there’s no super loud music that you can’t hear yourself think over, there’s not so many people packed in that you’re shoulder to shoulder with the sweaty stranger behind you, and there are no rude bar staff. After a few hours of laughing, talking, and cocktail consumption, we get up and head towards the door. Ash calls me over before we leave; “It was so good to see you all again! And don’t you forget to email me tomorrow!” With a promise of a return visit very soon, I walk out with a smile on my face, knowing that I’ll be back soon to this little bar that really does feel like home. And it’ll feel like home to you too, even if you’re not yet a regular – just give it a chance :)
Would rate it 10 out of 10.
How about you, readers? Any favourite eating holes that just feel like home to you?