After an impassioned and intelligent dose of God, or in more prosaic terms, after church, my friend and I took our table at Flying Fajita Sistas and I prepared for the deliciousness he assured me was on its way. The restaurant is cosy and quaint with a good splash of Mexicana to make sure you know where you are.
Religion is thirsty business, so I’m ready for a drink. Can one really go past a Margarita at a Mexican restaurant? I think not. I opted for the Classic Margarita. I have to be in a very specific mood for a frozen cocktail, otherwise they are just too novel and not cocktaily enough. The margarita was zesty and beautifully balanced.
Ordering the restaurant’s title dish, we shared the steak and the prawn fajitas. The fajitas come deconstructed and you receive a huge array of bits and pieces to adorn your tortilla with: sauces, salsa, guacamole, rice, beans, cheese, sour cream. Loading up my first fajita, the carnivore in me piled on hunks of gorgeous steak, tiger-striped outside, crimson inside. Lip-smackingly good. The prawns were juicy and went particularly well with the pineapple salsa, sweet and fresh.
A cute touch to Flying Fajita Sistas is their “Wall of Pain”, which hosts a multitude of hot sauces, ranking them for their fiery ferocity with a number, from stuff of the Devil’s breath to hot sauce you could give a baby… I landed somewhere around sauce that makes you sit up and pay attention, which was enough for this beautiful Sunday evening.
The only thing going against FFS, is that it isn’t as cheap as a lot of other Mexican around town, especially when I compare it to my go-to Mexican, El Loco, where I roll out of there like a stuffed pig for $20.
For dessert, we shared an orange creme brulee with candied orange peel. For some reason to me, it tasted like passionfruit but the lovely caramelized crunch and goopy custard goodness worked exceedingly well with the tart orange peel. I really shouldn’t share desserts. They are so hard to do in halves. Life goes on…
