Javier’s Tacos

Great Mexican Food, Authentic and fresh. Re fried Beans with a smokey flavor and great rice done the right way. Shredded Beef taco light and crispy, not over fried. Chicken enchilada that even when I was full couldn’t stop eating. Reasonable prices and a great salsa bar. Go check them out.

Oh Javier’s. My first clue things might be awry was how devastatingly empty you were at 6:30 on a Monday night. There was NO ONE in the restaurant as I pulled into the lot. No cars in the lot either.
Next door, Taco Bell had a line of cars in their drive through. Uh oh.
Undeterred, visions of quesadillas dancing in my head, I pulled into Javier’s drive through. A nice woman seemed puzzled by my choices, indeed when I arrived at the window (after squinting to read the stupid sign in the pouring down rain and the dark with the menu on it, hardly lit up and arranged now in such a way that the pictures are larger than the names of the food, I hate it). Anyway. I digress.
I pulled up to the window after ordering at the speaker/​sign, and she said «Cinco quesdillas?» and I said «NO!, DOS. Uno de pollo y uno de carnitas.» «OHHH okay», she said, and she disappeared.
Uh Oh.
I waited a while, she came back and took my money, and disappeared again.
Eventually a grumpy man came and thrust a big white plastic bag with styrofoam containers in it at me. He did not ask me about salsa they way they usually do, nor did he say thank you or come again, or anything much of anything.
We are done with you, was what I felt.
Ok. I drove the stuff home.
Upon opening, the quesadillas had been only partially cut apart and sort of crammed into their containers. WHO DOES THAT? and there was section of soupy white stuff (sour cream? maybe in another less watery life, we didn’t eat that) and a section of white icebergy lettuce I could do without. No guac. No tomato. Some containers of hot red and green salsa that saved the day, really.
My carnitas quesadilla was okay, not cut apart, but the carnitas was pretty good. My daughter did not like her chicken quesadilla at all. The chicken was red with spice or chili powder or salsa or something, and not recognizable as chicken… maybe it was dark meat. It did not taste too chickeney. She did not eat it. She did eat her cold french fries, they were nothing special. Not crinkly as anticipated but she poured ketchup on them and ate them anyway. Ketchup solves the world’s problems, or at least hers.
I think we will stick with Don Pedro and Don Chilito for drive through Mexican on the cheap in the future, our experiences there have been better. Sour cream looks like sour cream, and the people are way more friendly and the food is presented nicely. This was a bummer visit to Javier’s. Their weekend and evening people simply aren’t as good as their daytime peopleI don’t think they care as much, and I think that has been noted a few times in reviews lately. I hope they get their act together, they can’t afford to slack with Taco Bell right next door, and Ochoa’s and Don Pedro mere blocks away.
If only Ochoa had a drive through. (sigh)