However you say it, this family-owned, unique place is fantastic. And yes, "grandma" really works there. I spied her making tortillas behind the counter.
Our server, who was most likely part of the family, was so very friendly and helpful and even indulged our rudimentary Spanish practice. We spoke in a combination of Spanish and English with him, "Spanglish", I guess, as he did with us. He was a real pleasure to interact with; I only wish we'd caught his name. Next time!
Here's the cute chalkboard menu. You pick a "style" (or two) and a filling (or two), and they put 'em all together for you.
But first, chips with some flavorful homemade salsa. Careful, the red is muy caliente!
Barry went for the Elote burrito (corn and other veggies), which was served with Oaxacan sour cream. It had the smoky taste of chipotle and was really good. Yes, he shared it with me!
I ordered a PIbil (pork) huarache. For some reason I seem to find myself ordering pork in restaurants a lot; I guess that's because I never buy it, so it always sounds good to me on a menu. And this was super yummy, with spicy pickled onions with habanero chiles on the side. I doused my huarache with this salsa, and my mouth was on fire. But in a good way, of course!
The only downside of this restaurant is the lack of a liquor license -- Mexican beer is an excellent solution for dousing the fire of the spicy cuisine. But the Jamaica (hibiscus) ice tea was very refreshing. They also have authentic horchata, a traditional sweet rice-based drink, in addition to Mexican and American sodas.
Since the meal was not too heavy after a long bike ride earlier that day, we both went for desserts. I love flan so tried theirs, and Barry ordered the mango pudding. They were both good, but the mango pudding was the clear winner. The flan was very sweet because of the caramel sauce, while the pudding was lightly sweet, obviously made with fresh mango, and just perfect.
As we were leaving, we were right next door to the Colville Street Patisserie, which we've written about before, so Barry just had to pop in for one last treat. I was already full and should have passed, but I got just a tiny bite of shortbread, chocolate, and nuts...delish. Barry ordered a larger donut-style pastry. Both were beautiful and delicious, but of course we didn't really need them!
After than final bit of decadence, we rolled back to the bus stop. What a fun night it was and an excellent feast.
If you're ever in Walla Walla, don't miss Grandma's Kitchen! They have a Facebook page, so check them out here.
Emily & Barry
We're a long-married, early-retired couple who are currently traveling as nomads with no fixed home base. After years of living in North Carolina (Emily's home state), we spent 18 months living oceanfront on Ambergris Caye, Belize, a year road-tripping the US in a Honda CR-V, a year in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, and are now roaming North America in our 32' motorhome, Pearl, following warm weather whenever possible.
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