Don Guero

Don Guero

1850 Cornado Ave. Suite 401
open 6:30 - 10

• no bathroom
• $
• some english
• credit cards accepted
• tables

Way back in the corner of the Albertson's shopping center, Don Guero's green and red interior and signage scream for attention into the shadows of its closed nieghbors like an electric novidad nightmare. Once inside however, I am struck by quiet. No clanging of pans, no thumping bando, just a little volume from the spanish channel. A few teenagers speak spanish in hushed tones.

I have found Don Guero in varying states of cleanliness, but tonight the place is sparkeling from top to bottom. Even the kitchen looks immaculate. Long before I have time to notice that though, I have to scan the entire front of the counter for little construction paper signs advertising daily specials. They are hidden here and there, waiting to reward the observant with a 6.00 chicharones plate or 1.25 tacos de papa. Of course, you must weigh these offers against Don's massive regular menu, which includes several things I've never heard of, menudo, 4 soups, breakfast, an extensive seafood menu, and enough tamales (PINEAPPLE tamales, if you wish) rice, and beans to feed an army for like $20. This is also home to the cheapest bean and cheese burrito I have found in IB, at $2.50, and it is HUGE. I settle on carne adovada and take a seat.

The TV is showing Titanic in spanish. I've never seen this in english but i think I get the picture. They chase eachother around, doing things the guy can't really afford till everyone gets bored with it. They finally have sex. Things get cold. The ship sinks. This is a blockbuster film? Sounds like half the relationships I ever hear about.

A sweet, motherly woman coaxes me out of my cynicism when she presents me with a hot plate piled high with food. thats right folks, PLATE. Like the kind you put in the dishwasher. This is my first taste of DG's guacamole and it is some of the best I have ever had. The adovada is different than what I expected, a tangy marinade rather than a red chili sauce, but is still delicious. The only condiment at DG is an anonymous squirt bottle full of something red and very firey. I am interrupted only once during my meal to ask if I would like to bring my bicycle inside. Who are these wonderful people?

I almost didn't want to make this entry because i have a wierd feeling this place is one of IB's best-kept secrets, but competition is stiff, and i want to make sure this place stays around. This is almost like eating in a sit-down restaurant, and in some ways it's better. Go! Titanic tendencies aside, this is like the third or fourth time Don and I have seen eachother in a month. He's going in my phone. I think this could be serious. He might be the one.