El Pollo Loco

Well, keeping with the fast food jag that Meathenge has meandered lazily into…
“you’ve got to have stuff that sucks so that you know when somethings are cool. I mean… if everything was cool all the time you wouldn’t know it was cool. And that would suck.”
-Butthead
Mrs. Meathead and I went to The Crazy Chicken place.


Sorry no camera. I wish I had too. Because I was really impressed with the 100 split open spready leggy chickeys lying face down over a flame grill. That must be the Loco part.
We helped ourselves to the “Salsa Bar” (gotta love a Salsa Bar) and they actually weren’t half bad. The “red one” even had a little kick to it. The “green one” had a nice flavor as well.
I ordered the #2. Somewhat appropriately named, but not because of the quantities. 2 pieces of thighs and 2 sides, tortillas and a drink. The 2 sides I got were “mac n’ cheeze” and the “corn cobbette”.
Now I love corn on the cob, did I ever tell you I love corn on the cob, I mean I really dig it, that corn on the cob. But this corn on the “cobbette” was nasty. It was not sweet or even corn-like. It was over cooked and sticky to my teef. I only took half a bite. The “mac n’ cheeze” was swimmin’ in Velveeta. Which Mrs. Meathead informs me is standard fast food fare for “Mn’C”. She ended up eating that. Tooo reminiscent of my Moms “Cheezey Shrimpy Ricey” thingy.
The chicken thighs though! OH! I don’t mind a chicken thigh and these thighs were AWESOME! Moist, juicy, tender, skin crispity, mouth watery. They really know how to grill a chickey. I was very pleased with that. In fact I’m gonna try grilling my own chickey all hacked open and flattened they way they do at El Pollo Loco.
Mrs. Meathead had the twice grilled chicken burrito. Which we both enjoyed. I don’t think they use the grilled meat off the bone for this one but it was still a tastey burrito for fast food.
http://www.elpolloloco.com/consumer/con_index.html

5 thoughts on “El Pollo Loco

  1. Oh, wow. I remember going to a El Pollo Loco in Santa Barbara on the lovely rain-soaked trip to Legoland in Carlsbad, CA. Aside from the never-ending rain, that crazy chicken was the low point of the trip down the coast.
    ** Warning: squeamish folks should stop reading here. All others should continue reading at their own risk. Remember, I warned you. **
    What horrified me the most was that my pee smelled like that nasty chicken the next morning. EW!!! EW!!! EW!!! Peeing chicken, god-dammit!!! That just ain’t natural on any plane of existence known to humankind! EW!!! EW!!! EW!!!