This past weekend I was meeting up with one of my sorority sisters whom I hadn’t seen in years. We decided to head to Jose Tejas in Woodbridge, NJ (located in front of Woodbridge Center Mall with the big, neon “EAT” sign) because this area was the middle ground for both of us. I was the one to actually suggest this place. Many, many years ago, when I was in high school, this place opened up. My friends and I would go here all the time because it was fun and cheap and good. I hadn’t been here in several years but my husband and his co-workers went here a few weeks ago and they all loved it. So I thought it was worth a try (despite being a chain! gasp!).
I arrived at 7 p.m. and noticed a familar scene. Crowds (and guys in white tank tops – more on that later). I checked in and there was an hour and a half wait. I wasn’t happy to hear that but since I’m not really familiar with the area anymore I figured we stick it out.
The wait staff immediately brings you warm chips and fresh salsa when you sit down. The chips were good, maybe a little too salty and the salsa seemed fresh, but maybe a little too watery. Again, waiting an hour and a half on an empty stomach may have messed with my taste buds. But we managed to scarf down almost two baskets of them between the two of us. Because of my sensitively to spicy food, I had the waitress help me pick something. She suggested the Chicken Waco and I went for it as I remembered having it previously and enjoying it. Chicken Waco is a a boneless chicken breast stuffed with roasted poblano peppers, spinach and mushrooms and covered with a Monterery Jack cheese and poblano pepper sauce. I thought the chicken was pretty darn tasty overall and also large in portion so I had to take most of it home. It came with a warm, flaky biscuit which was also good and an enourmous serving of rice. The waitress neglected to tell me that the rice was spicy and after one mouthful which I painfully swallowed, followed by many sips of my sangria, I decided that was going home as well to the hubby.
My only negative thoughts to the place were the waits and the clientle. Here’s my issue. Why do some young guys think it’s ok to come into a sit-down restaurant with a tank top on? I must have seen a dozen of these muscle-head type guys, covered in tattoes (hey- nothing against them, I have a few myself, hidden of course…), with a pound of hair gel in their hair, shorts with their boxers hanging out, and their hairy armpits??? There’s a time and a place for that dress (I suppose) but not at a restaurnt. Maybe McDonald’s. Put a shirt on please! Tank-tops are undershirts!
Overall, it was a good, cheap meal. The bill for the two of us came to roughly $30.00 for two entrees, one sangria, and one margarita. To me though, it’s not worth the wait. I’m sure I can find a better Mexican restaurant nearby that’s more authentic. And one with less exposed hairy armpits….