Seasoned chips and salsa
I’ve never quite figured out what creates the charm at Casa de Reyes in San Diego’s Old Town, but the first time we ever ate there, my husband loved it so much, we went back the next day. The friends we were vacationing with went elsewhere for that repeat meal.
I know the next time I had business in the city, I went there to take a photo of my meal, email it to him (yes, this was in the olden days, before smartphones and instant Facebook uploads) and gloat a little bit about being there. It became a habit. I’ve purchased birthday gifts for friends in the shops surrounding Casa de Reyes while waiting on my beeper to buzz, and listened to bands in the entertainment shell in that section of the state park. But no matter when I arrived, they’ve never had a table available, even though I was just one.
Then that particular client’s parent company filed bankruptcy, shut down my magazine column gig, and I no longer spent Februarys hiding in Southern California’s warmer rays. When my husband mentioned he wanted to take part of our vacation time in the area to see the San Diego Zoo, I truly thought he had a hankering to see the panda bears.
Until he casually mentioned maybe we could do dinner in that restaurant in Old Town … you know, the one in the corner. And for a second, I just stared at him blankly.
We couldn’t even remember the name, but GPSs are excellent for directing you to Old Town, and once there it was a snap to recall the drill of where to park the car and how to wind my way over to Casa de Reyes. Although it wasn’t yet 4:30, they had the ubiquitous line at the hostess counter, and a sea of tables packed with diners. Still, we were lucky. Our wait would be only 20 minutes, which wasn’t enough time to pick out and purchase hot sauce in the shops surrounding the courtyard.
One special burrito
The last time I ate here (and my records show that was 2007) I hadn’t discovered the joys of guacamole, so I couldn’t wait to try that — especially given the awesome avocado I’d had at Charlie Palmer the day before. And since it may be another 3+ years before I return, I decided I shouldn’t pass up my usual burrito; my husband used that same logic to order steak fajitas and a margarita. Then we proceed to wait, and munch on seasoned chips (another touch I would swear they’ve added, as I liked the chips before and these … well, not so much.) And wait, and talk to the people at the table next to us. And wait, and run around taking photos.
The guacamole appetizer never did make an appearance either on my table or my bill. Neither did a drink refill. In fact, it wasn’t even our waiter who brought our meals — which were everything my husband and I remembered. He labeled it the best fajita meat he’d ever had, and he even liked the beans.
Yah, let that soak in for a second. The man ate his refried beans instead of pushing them off on my plate. Must have been one powerful margarita to affect a 250-pound man that quickly.
As we walked around the shops after dinner, trying to walk off some of that “I ate too much again” feeling, we glanced at the menu at El Fandango Restaurant, a Mexican restaurant next door. They had very interesting dishes, but no line and few occupied tables. It appeared those diners were getting very attentive service. I mentioned next time we are in the area, we should try them instead. Spread the economic love and our taste buds at the same time.
But I doubt that happens, because when you’re a tourist, you take every deja vu you can get.
Casa de Reyes
2754 Calhoun St.
San Diego, CA 92110
(619) 220-5040
Photography: Julie Sturgeon