Mex Burrito Bar

To start with, i should state that Boojum this is most definitely not. So… Mex. It was a lonely Friday night in. My housemates were both out and hungry took strike. That day I had worked a twelve hour shift in work and understandably I was a little on the tired side and decided against cooking. Clearly I made a grave mistake in making that last decision. I was craving some mexican and after a little research discovered there was a place close to my house, the only mexican in Belfast that apparently delivers. Dispite being relatively close by, I opted to call for a delivery… twelve hour shift and all that jazz. Let the games begin.
So in my excitement I ordered a chicken burrito. I THINK it was chicken that arrived, but I cannot be entirely sure. On ordering i also asked for peppers. i think what actually arrived could only, but definitely, be described as sliced tomatoes… in an attempt to fool me maybe. Those sneaky mexicans. I also requested no salsa as I just wasn’t feeling it… and yet as if by magic, my burrito arrived with… you guessed it… SALSA. Furthermore, i also requested guacamole. My favorite, a great mexican classic. Oh wait… what’s that you tell me, mr unfriendly, possibly partially deaf worker on the other end of the telephone, you have no guacamole? Yes… a mexican restaurant that actually has no guacamole left. Well… I…f**king never. As if by way of compensation, mr unfriendly, possibly partially deaf worker on the other end of the telephone offered me extra cheese and sour cream instead. I agreed. I was hungry, impatient and getting a little fed up at having to repeat everything about three times to the perfectly english speaking, and therefore i assume perfectly english understanding worker on the other end of the phone. What arrived can only be described as luke warm (due to the hour and a half long wait for the delivery driver to drive no more than five minutes down the road, this meal was not hot hot,) orangey coloured gloop. By all means, I swear right hand on a block of Coleraine mature, this was not cheese. And as for my sour cream, extra portion or otherwise… if you find it roaming the streets send er my way as I sure as hell did not recieve any. Finally, the ‘beans.’ A strange array or kidney beans, runner beans, chick peas and even the green giant himself made a cameo upon my plate as I think good old fashioned garden peas were also featured in this dish. What… the…f**k?!?
Next up… my sides and drink. The chips were undercooked and hard and drenched in salt even though i was not asked if i would have liked salt. But then the worker on the other end of the telephone wouldn’t ask if i wanted salt on my uncooked chips, would he? NO, HE WOULD NOT AS I DID NOT F**KING order them. I sure as hell paid for them though. And as for the poor tin of coke that i was charged EIGHTY PENCE for… gone the way of the extra sour cream and totally MIA i’m afraid. Please return to an angry, hungry man somewhere along the lisburn road with a black bin filled with ‘food’ from Mex, if found. All in all, i would say I would rather eat my own arse cheek than consider another delivery from Mex. If i could have given it zero stars, i would have done just that. That’s all :)

Absolutely awful. I ordered a takeaway from them of nachos, and tacos. And when they arrive the nachos are just a box of crisps with meat thrown on the top. No cheese. No salsa. No sour cream. Just a box of chips and meat. This is after waiting 90+ minutes for delivery.
I called up and they said they didn’t know I wanted cheese. Some people eat their nachos just meat on crisps. That would not be called nachos. That’s meat… and crisps!
Top this off with the last burrito I got from them with some sort of horrible ‘smoky beans’ inside. And I will never again order from them. 99% of the food I have bought from them has ended up in the bin.

oh, is this ever an example of someone trying to copy a successful business model and horribly failing. with the baffling success of boojum’s, everyone seems to be jumping on the burrito band wagon in belfast, but no one appears to be putting their hearts into it. i refuse to believe that the person that opened mex did so out of an undying love of food, as any evidence of this is sorely missing, and what you are left with is a grab bag of ingredients that i find downright puzzling. is there really a need for three (strange) variations on the same bean, all of which are pinto (which seemed to baffle the person behind the counter? «i’m sorry, i don’t know what you mean by pinto.» where are the refried beans? the black beans? okay, i will admit that your audience here has probably never set foot in a stateside taqueria, and let’s be clear, ever single one of these burrito places are trying to emulate a mission-​style burrito, but pinto beans with honey? really? i opted for the «smokey» pinto beans, cheese, rice, quacamole, and the hottest salsa they had on offer, and it still tasted like i was eating a candy bar from taco bell. honey glazed pork? you don’t say. i don’t really think the base flavor of burrito should be sickly sweet. i ordered some tortilla chips on the side, which were promptly poured out of a bag and tasted about as good as doritos. it’s as if a couple from iceland won a «start your own burrito bar» contest and culled all of their recipes from some mary berry book from the 70’s.
i give up.