You know when you know something, but you don’t really want to know it so you just ignore it and hope it goes away? That’s kind of how I felt about Chuy’s, my formerly favorite restaurant in Austin, Texas (besides, Frank, obvs). The quirky Elvis-loving home of gen-u-ine Tex-Mex, I never missed an opportunity to enjoy a swirl margarita and my favorite burrito when I was in town, which is of course, smothered in queso. (Not the margarita — never the margarita.)
Sure I go around saying that Mexican food is a good friend to the gluten intolerant, and it is. But Tex-Mex relies so often on the flour tortilla, that it is in fact, your enemy. That’s right, I said it. Tex-Mex is your enemy. Go ahead and put Tex-Mex on your shit list. A fact which was proven when I dared to return to Chuy’s (not to be confused with Chevy’s) last night.
First of all, I’d love to thank my server who knew what was up, and even when I tried to gluten myself, would not allow it. And I’d also like to totally not thank my server for dashing my dreams at ever eating at Chuy’s ever again. She was very complex, that Emily. You see, it’s hard to order anything at Chuy’s that isn’t wrapped in a flour tortilla. Even when I discovered my old friend, the chicken flauta, was actually made with a corn tortilla I thought my luck had changed. But alas, it was fried in oil with the flours so it was out. Same goes for the crispy tacos. Sauces? Most have gluten. Delicious, crispy, chips? I don’t even want to go there.
So this is what I had for dinner. Introducing the Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom Enchilada.
I do not wish to disparage the Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom enchilada. It was, in fact, a delicious chicken enchilada with a cheesy jalapeno sauce that I very much enjoyed. But it was no bean and cheese burrito smothered in Tex-Mex sauce, nor a chicken flauta dipped in sour cream and queso. (Hmmm, how was it I gained so much weight when I lived in Austin?)
Which is perhaps why I’d been avoiding Chuy’s, other than the fact that after one eats at Chuy’s you’re not allowed to consume any more calories for a week. My college fave has no place in my grown up world of digestive disorders and being a responsible drinker. But I knew that already.
Have you had to give up your favorite restaurant since going gluten-free?