So I had a friend visiting from New York, staying at Rosen Shingle Creek, and I suggested we get together for a drink and a bite to eat. More for a drink. I quickly went through the options at Shingle Creek and decided I’d visited them all and would rather try something new. I said I’d pick him up and we’d go elsewhere.
We drove a few miles over to the Orange Blossom Trail area and went to a little restaurant I’d heard about. We sat down in a booth and a young woman handed us a menu. I asked about the beer and wine selection. She said they did not serve alcohol, so we left.
The same thing happened at the next two places we stopped at. Then my friend just casually mentioned that he’d had a good meal at the Mexican restaurant at Shingle Creek.
Shingle Creek has a Mexican restaurant? That somehow eluded me. So we got in the car and drove back to the resort we had left a half hour earlier, hungrier and definitely thirstier.
The restaurant is called Mi Casa Tequila Taqueria, so I knew they’d have cocktails. I wasn’t expecting the cocktails that I saw on the table of some conventioneers on one of the “outside” tables. (The tables are outside the restaurant but indoors, in the resort’s passageway.) They were massively large margaritas, the size you can drink only if getting home means getting on the elevator — and even then you should have a designated button pusher.
But what was really startling was that in each of the drinks was on overturned, full-sized bottle of Corona beer. Why would anyone do that to a perfectly good margarita?
And it was a perfectly good margarita, at least the one that I had was, served in a normal sized, salt-rimmed glass.
Each table at Mi Casa has an overturned molcajete, the stone bowl used for making guacamole. I figured they must be proud of their guac, so we ordered some as a starter. It was prepared tableside by a young woman who scooped the avocados, squeezed the limes and added the other accouterments that we requested. The guacamole had a good consistency — I like it chunky, not pureed — but unfortunately the limes had been squeezed a bit too much and that became the dominant taste.
Since Mi Casa also has Taqueria in its name (I was already having the tequila in my ‘rita) I ordered the Carne Asada Tacos, which included three corn tortillas with hefty hunks of meat and plenty of crumbled cheese. They were served with a bowl of Poblano Rice, though Mi Casa’s isn’t as green as most versions. It had kernels of corn and was topped with the Pinto Beans also listed as a side. I like them served together, because I’m just going to blend them anyway. My tacos were good, but dry, and I had to flag down a server for some salsa.
My friend had the Mi Casa Enchiladas, three loosely rolled tortillas with pork carnitas (chicken and beef are other options) with salsa roja on top and salsa verde on the bottom. There was melted cheese and a bright red chile pepper on top that was much milder than its fiery color would portend.
I’m not sure Mi Casa would be a destination for locals, unless they happen to be craving a super-sized margarita with a beer stuck in it. But it’s a nice place to meet a visitor and have a bite to eat. And a drink.
Mi Casa Tequila Taqueria is at Rosen Shingle Creek, 9939 Universal Blvd., Orlando. It is open for lunch and dinner daily. The phone number is 407-996-9939.