Cilantro — Restaurant in Paris

EN: Very disappointed. Never going back. My dish had tortillas which were like chewing gum and I couldn't eat them. They still made me pay for it. My friends had the same problem but ate them anyway. On top of that, the margaritas were not margaritas, more like an orange/lemon drink and half of the drinks or dishes we wanted from the menu were not available. the staff made zero effort to help which is why I'm writing this review. I lived in Mexico for many years and this is an insult to Mexican cuisine. FR: Très décue. Je n'y retournerai pas. Les tortillas de mon plat étaient trop caoutchouteuses pour les manger et je les ai rendues mais on m'a quand même demandé de les payer. Les margaritas n'étaient pas vraiment des margaritas mais un mélange de jus d'orange et de citron et la moitié des choses qu'on voulait commander n'étaient pas disponibles. Le personnel n'a fait aucun effort pour améliorer les choses, c'est pourquoi j'écris cet avis.J'ai vécu longtemps au Mexique et c'est une insulte à la cuisine mexicaine. ESP: Muy desilusionada. Ya no regresaré. Comí unas quesadillas y la tortilla era muy gomosa como chicle. No la pude comer pero me la cobraron. Igual las de mis amigos pero ellos decidieron comerlas. Además, las margaritas no eran margaritas. Eran más como un jugo de naranja con limón y muy poca tequila. La mitad de las cosas que pedimos del menu no había. El restaurante no hizo ningun esfuerzo para mejorar la situacion, por eso pongo este comentario. Viví en el DF muchos años y eso es un insulto a la...

Listen up! I am not a big social media human being, so when i take time to write a review it is often out of outrage or bliss (which usually i keep it private 👹). The Nahuatl word Zicatela roughly translates to "place of large thorns" and this restaurant definitely stays true to it's name...in a very bad way.

I can officially say that this is the worst Mexican restaurant in Paris...in France..and possibly the entire galaxy.

Every inch of ingredients served was horrendous, from the canned jalapenos to the soggy ass tortilla chips and what I presume was "homemade" guacamole that reasembled a toddlers diapper. I am not exaggerating : icolor of parisian autumn mud mixed with some kind of CREME FRAICHE. Que paso!

Don't even get me started on their "infamous chicken mole" which I can only describe as an entire bottle of YOP! chocolate milk added to a frozen batch of chicken and served with the saddest looking rice known to man.

My colon ended up suffering that night in a "place of large thorns" as the restaurant name suggests. Precious minutes I will never get back.

You call yourselves "Cocina Mexicana" but I would suggest you change your title to "Cocina de Mierda".

Add to that joke of a place :the microwave bell sound + the visible sweat of the cook + the small portions = Muchachos entran en...

I feel bad as I write this review but I feel that I need to do a service for the other expats in this city who might come here seeking Mexican food, or even French people who might come here and think this is what Mexican food even is. I find it hard to give it an origin at all. They had quesadillas on the menu with mayo, tuna, ham in several different ones. That was the first red flag. I wish there was one good thing to say about the meal that I had, but in fact it has to be the worst. My chorizo quesadilla tasted like a school cafeteria chewy pepperoni pizza. Mozzarella cheese in Mexican food? This is a joke right ?? There was salad on top of it which made no sense in the way of eating it. My knife could not cut through the extremely stale and chewy “tortilla”. The guacamole was also not good in any sense. A watery mess you buy in a container at the store. These are the primary ingredients that are meant to be served in a homemade Mexican restaurant. It’s disheartening and it’s hard to write because they seem like nice people to me.. but at the same time, all I can say about the food is “what the **?”... I’m sorry kids, this place isn’t...