Salsarita's Fresh Mexican Grill — Restaurant in Macomb Township

It was a chilly overcast Saturday. Whilst I cruised down the road in my 1992 Geo fate happened upon me when I spotted a salsaritas and my bowels began to quiver with the anticipation of a fast approaching lunch time. My innards seemed to cry out for Mexican food so I turned in to the establiment far faster than I should have and double parked so no one would park to closely to my pride and joy. As I sprinted inside I pushed aside a elderly woman and her grand daughter to beat them to the lunch line. She scowled at me as her 6 year old traveling partner attempted to help her off the pavement but I was not distracted by her cries of pain. The gods of diarrhea and burning butt holes were surely smiling upon me today as the gentleman in front of me in line forgot his wallet in the car and had to retrieve it, when he returned he DID NOT receive his previous spot in line back. As him and the old woman at the back of the line both starred daggers assumingly plotting my demise together I was too distracted by the jubilee of colors on the menu, though it was in vain because I know what I desired this day. A surge of blood rushed to my penis as I began to to salivate and taste the imenent spices and seasonings via pungent and palpable aromas gracing my nostrils. As I approached the front of the line I recieved a friendly smile from a plump fair skinned blonde boy working in the kitchen. If I had know then that the tacos bore from this golden gods hands would make my taste buds scream with pleasure, I would have dropped to one knee right then and snatched up that cognoscenti of Mexican food. The boy said his name was Tyler. Quite frankly I'm appalled and highly offended that this person is not a manager or owns the establishment. He's an absolute dynamo. If he were a car he'd be a spaceship. If he was a house he'd be mall of America. As he made my food with the tenderness of a mother tucking in her child our eyes locked. In that moment I envisioned a future filled with tacos and refried beans filling a bathtub as we intwine arms while we feast on our tub contents. He passed me food and our hands grazed. Let me spell this out.... I WILL NEVER EAT ANOTHER TACO AGAIN UNLESS MADE BY THIS EXTRAORDINARY YOUNG MAN. How dare you salsaritas... how dare hide this elite upper echelon of food workers from the world. He deserves to be standing in the sunlight on top of a mountain raining down meat, cheese, pico, lettuce and guac on the world. If he's not given a pay rise by this time next month I will be contacting my bank to take out a large loan so that I may buy salsaritas and promote this young man to operating partner for this franchise. As I sat there eating my food I looked over my shoulder longly at the boy that made my day, nay week, nay month, nay year! God bless you salsaritas for showing this boy his true...

"That is going to be extra" should be the name.

Went in with a friend to try something new from our usual. Was extremely disappointed with the experience. Warning to anyone expecting actual portions that match their fello mexican competitors.

I ordered a bowl and was given little to no rice and could see the whole bottom. Asked for 2 more scoops and barely had a centimeter just in the center. Was not shocked at how they skimp you on rice due to the fact it was overcooked and mushy. "That's going to be extra". Asked for chicken where he took a scoop, poured most of it out, and placed it in the bowl. Asked for another protein and got shrimp. At least this was a bigger portion than the chicken, even with him thoroughly counting how many dime sized pieces were put into the bowl(probably less than 7). "That is going to be extra" was the greet to asking for queso. Not even a full scoop... Had to ask for more of pretty much everything in my meal. Bowl equivalent with asking for extra was about a THIRD the size of their competitors.

The whole time while putting my food together all I hear is "that is going to be extra" to my friend in front of me and the person ordering after me. 3 slivers of onions and 1 pepper is not a serving of veggies for someone who didn't even get a protein option.

Decided to take it home in the fear that staying and eating there was "going to be extra"

Salsaripoff or "That is going to be extra" was not worth it. The taste of the food was puzzling because I still can't tell what flavor was so off putting. Sadly, after brushing my teeth the flavor still lingers.

Neither of us finished the food and it was not worth 26 dollars. Save your money, time, sanity and go to one of the better known chains. You may be charged extra there, but at least you will get what you paid for.

I don't expect an actual response from the owner looking at how they have responded to other reviews. I understand why there were no customers in the building and why the food pans were so full. Is the food that fresh or has it just been sitting out all day due to lack of customers? Fix your food situation or let a better establishment occupy your location...pitiful.

I would give another star, but you guessed it, "that's going to...

Audibly laughed in line numerous times cause everytime I asked for an item, they'd give a quarter of a serving size and said it was gonna be extra. I had to ask for three extra scoops on four separate items cause the workers were giving such ridiculously tiny portion sizes. I'm vegetarian (and don't eat beans) so its not like I was even asking for large or expensive food items, the workers were just being that stingy.

The male worker barely sprinkled rice at the bottom of the bowl and eye-rolled when I asked for another scoop. The workers were annoyed that my friend and I even walked in; it was 5:25pm on a slow Friday. I was convinced even the bag, napkins, silverware, and using the door were gonna be extra.

After all that, I wish I could say the $25 worth of food for one veggie burrito and one chicken bowl were worth it...but then I'd be a liar. I've been here before, but I'll never be back after that laughable...