Taquería Linares had the misfortune of being reviewed during one of the most frustratingly expensive days in recent memory and, specifically, five minutes after I received my first speeding ticket in five years (and still I hear these sirens). And still I arrived before GyF veteran, Dortch, who I was admittedly racing down Central Ave to meet. Maybe some English major out there can tell me whether or not that qualifies as irony.
According to the front of their menu, Linares is one of six restaurants in a chain called Pollos Asados (literally "Grilled Chicken") that has most of its locations in Georgia and boasts "Making the Best Grilled Chicken for More than Eight Years." Naturally, I went with the chicken. No epiphanies or revelations, but I had to admit is was some pretty good grilled chicken. Oh, I went with the dark meat per waitress recommendation...claro. The rice, beans, and "salad" were nothing to race across town for. Dortch struck out with a "bad" ice tea and a mediocre quesadilla that fell short of the mark mainly due to the fact that the tortilla was thick corn when it clearly should have been thin flour. The two of us were in and out for $13.96 in only slightly more minutes.
However, it still wasn't fast enough to get me to Davidson on time for the Spain v. Germany game, the day's one bright spot. Even taking into consideration Mueller's absence, Germany should not have gotten worked like they did. Whatever...it was glorious. Thierry Henry's comment of Spain that "You can't get the ball off them" has not really rung true until this game. I don't know what the official possession split was, but it looked something like 80/20. If Spain weren't so patient in the box, it could have been 5-0.
The Score: Probably a good place to get a whole grilled chicken or two. However, there are at least three Latin American places within view from Linares' parking lot that I've enjoyed a lot more.
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