OK It's been at least two weeks since I've blogged about cheap chicken. Of all my favorite cheap L.A. gems, Gilbert's would have to be the leader of the pack. When we were in our twenties, dating, Gilbert's was Mark's and my favorite go-to joint for margaritas and burritos. Now that we're married with two kids, we moved a block away from Gilbert's, and it is still our go-to place for margaritas and burritos. Nothing has changed - the waiters, the decor, the iced tea out of a jelly jar, the cash only policy, and the kick-ass margaritas are all exactly the same as they were. The food is still great, and still pretty cheap. There is a home-made feeling to everything about this place, from the consistently perfect guacamole to the cheesy Mexican tchotchkes hung on every inch of wall space. The wait staff has always been no-nonsense, but at the same time very gracious. They are men of few words, but they always greet us with a smile. It's really nice to walk into a place where you recognize the staff and they all nod a friendly hello.
Lots of good Gilbert's memories, one that stands out is a birthday celebration we had for Mark on March 22nd when I was 8 months pregnant. In the parking lot everyone took Mark's basketball and stuffed it under their shirts simulating my largeness - the pictures were pretty awesome. A week later I was ordered to bed, and two weeks after that Aidan was born. Now Aidan's order is Arnold Palmer, chicken taquitos, side of rice. Beckett's order is Sprite and chicken enchiladas with the works. Tonight we were exhausted and it was unanimous what we all wanted - Gilbert's. When you live in New York, mazoh ball soup is comfort food. In L.A. it's a burrito, guacamole, rice and a margarita. Nothing could be finer. That's a picture of the Indian, El Indio, who proudly stands out in front of the entrance.
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