Los Amigos Mexican Restaurant — Restaurant in Platteville

Today we decided to go to Los Amigos instead of Los Palimos, (Where we usually go) As we sat down it took 10 minutes before someone even came to our table to offer us drinks and bring a menu. As I sat there I told my husband that the place felt like a pool hall. Not much of a cozy feel. The bright orange paint on the walls was hideous. I decided to order a chicken quesidia and my husband ordered steak fehita. I guess if you like re-heated meat that has been pre- cooked refridgerated and then re-cooked, then that's the place for you. The chicken was rubbery and lacked flavor. The menu described that the quesidia had cheese sauce poured over the top. It was more like melted string cheese inside. It was full of green peppers and very little chicken. Needless to say I could not eat more than 2 bites and I had to stop eating it. It was so gross. The refried beans had pools of grease on top. They didn't even have cold beverages. They brought you a 1/4 of a glass of ice and warm tea or beer. The ice melted quickly. There are no free drink refills. Basically you could say I filled up on chips and paid a high price for poor food. The funny part was that the steak fahetia was the special and the waitress didn't even know that. When people in the resturant ate their chips, it echoed in the room. She had to look at the menu and prices to calculate our bill, and that was 15 min. after we asked for our bill. If we hadn't got up and went to the counter to pay we would probably still be...

The day was glum with a lack of sunlight. Main Street dim, people sulked their way around. Upon rounding the corner, a beacon lit up the musty sky. It read: "Heaven is here! Los Amigos is near."

Knees weak, arms heavy, stomach lacking of moms spaghetti, my amigo and I entered the establishment.

Immediately upon entering, a bright flash of light consumed us. It occurred to me that we have entered another world. Upon entering, I was greeted by the buffest man the world has ever seen: Dr. Suess.

Dr. Suess stated: Sit at this table while I tell you a fable. Pick a choice from the menu, as it will suprise you. Oh, the places you'll go!

I told Dr. Suess that I would take the lunch #10: steak quesadillas. Dr. Suess fulfilled my request and he vanished in another flash of light. Within three minutes, my food had arrived. I took one bite and then another. The flavors filled my supple tastebuds until it was all gone.

Immediately upon finishing, Dr. Suess reappeared. He took one look at my plate and smiled; he then morphed into Guy Fieri and said: "I'm so glad you got to take a trip to flavor town."

Another bright flash occurred. I lifted my head and found myself in the middle of a field. Had it all been a dream? Were those supple and fulfilling flavors all a lie? I have no idea to this day, but all I know is that I had the best restaurant...

I went here with my Los amigo and when I walked into the room I could swear that my geological position in the word had shifted. I wasn't in wisconsin anymore. I wasint 3 miles away from a cow like I usually was (you know the smell). Something was off, or rather, somone was off, and was just set right. That somone was me. Walking up to the counter with the Christmas themed cactuses and scent of freshly made salsa filling the air, the waiter had asked me if I was lost, after all I had walked into some place new. But it was no matter, he welcomed me home.

I went to look behind me but there was no door, to the left and right, nothing. Up? A cloudless sky. Ahead of me? A counter and a kitchen. This wasn't wisconin, it was Mexico. As I use up every spare calorie in my body thinking about how I, a rationally thinking 19 year old atheist teleported into this divine realm, the people see I am starving myself to death and ask what I'd like to eat.

The plate of supremely seared circle tortillas filled with divinely done diced steak and loving illustrious lettuce had been brought to me, and as I ate the vacancy in my stomach had filled. It tasted better than a taco, it tasted like Mexico, and opening the door is just the plane ticket.

TLDR I love...