The salsas at Antojitos are freshly made. The fresh tomatillo flavor comes through wonderfully. My daughter and I caught the last seating, though it’s not called that there, when she came into town at the last minute. The group that came in just at 8 p.m. was turned away looking hungry. Great food. Quirky hours of operation. But be patient. It’s worth the trip to Desert Gardens Drive just off Fourth Street. You can sit in a booth at Antojitos and watch cars drive up to the funky donut store window across the way. Don’t expect scenic here, but good food, certainly.
It surprised a friend that we were booked most evenings last week despite it being the depths of summer. Dante wrote famously about summer in Imperial Valley. No calming summer breezes here. More like, hope the air conditioner holds out for another season. And I have to admit, I’m getting tired of eating out. But even as we go off to another restaurant, I tell my friend, it’s not the food. No. It’s the company, and no one is inviting us over for a backyard barbecue like you see in the Lowe’s TV commercials. Our version of the backyard cookout would have guests passed out from heat exhaustion, the cook slouched over the now-burned carne asada, and the AstroTurf sparkling in the sunshine.