Friends I trust have raved for ages about Crazy Homies restaurant, so once again, the Tex Mex trail lead me to Notting Hill.
Calling Crazy Homies a restaurant is a little misleading — it’s more like a charming, quirky closet that somehow manages to find room enough to serve tequila and simple, fresh food at three or four cafe tables. (If you’re super lucky, you can snag the comparatively-big five-person round table in the back corner).
Except for a few misses (avoid the greasy, over-salty, admittedly-un-Mexican goat-cheese taquitos), I enjoyed my lunch there. And did I mention it’s cheap? £13 per person covered a shared appetizer, a main course and a drink.
Nachos (photo at top) consisted of crispy, freshly-fried tortilla chips and piles of beans, guac and sour cream. Full disclosure: if you pile enough sour cream and guac on it, I will eat it.
The filling in my pork picadillo tacos was moist and spicy, especially with help from fragrant salsa verde. If I ruled the world, there’d have been a little less filling to enable the corn tortillas to be a little less thick, but I’m in London, so beggars can’t be choosers, and I’m just glad the corn tortillas tasted of corn.
I’d go back to Crazy Homies on the basis of how fresh and cheap the food was, but right now I’m still a Green and Red supporter when it comes to tacos in London.
(Lucky 7 diner next door to Crazy Homies looks especially promising, though. Clearly my next stop when craving a milkshake.)