Judged By Jody: 2nd Valentine's Dinner / Comala Mexican Cafe (2nd REVIEW)

Comala Mexican Cafe
5310 E Sam Hou Parkway
Houston, TX
Friday Feb 13, 7pm

I have had the same SPECIAL VALENTINE for the past 7 years. Once my nephew was born, he has pretty much had a lock on that position. He always makes sure he asks me way in advance if I want to be his Valentine. He buys good presents like candy & flowers. And he always dresses up when we go out. He's quite the little gentleman.

We chose Comala as our Valentine dinner spot. We went on Friday night, the day before VD. He & I were accompanied by his mom (my sister) and my Other. We actually had to push another table up to ours to make room for all the gift bags & presents that everyone had brought.
The chips were good. We ordered some queso. My nephew spilled his soda in the chips. I spilled the salsa on the menu. It was a disaster area.

My sister ordered soft fajita tacos. She only ate one and gave me the other one to take home, so I'm not sure if she liked it or not. The OTHER ordered cheese enchiladas. She stated that they were not up to their usual "goodness". My Nephew got tamales. He ate them, so they must have been good. But when I cut them up for him, they looked kind of beige & washed out. Rubbery and yucky. But he ate them, so who am I to say anything?

The SPECIAL for the night was "Red Snapper". My sister was wanting to try it, but she never tries anything different. My nephew wanted to try it too, so they decided that I could order it. That's how things roll. They don't want to commit to getting a crappy entree, so they let JODY do it.

In case you did not know, I am Caucasian. I am whiter than Casper. The reason I mention this, is that sometimes ethnically, people do things a bit different. Its all about the culture. Well...I ain't got no culture. And my mother hated seafood, so she never cooked it at home. So basically, I wasn't much of a fish eater until adulthood (wink-wink).
OK...back on track now.

I ordered the red snapper. When the waitress delivered my plate, I almost did the "CAFE MICHAEL BURGER". The dat durn snapper was looking back at me. I couldn't figure out who's eyes were bigger. Well, at least my eyes hadn't been fried in boiling oil. I was served the entire fish. Head & tail & everything. And it looked like a piranha. It had sharp little teeth protruding trying to bit

e me as I bit it.

Now don't get me wrong. I ate that fish's ass up. But it was a bit gruesome having to watch him watch me. I have been around Mexican cuisine enough to know that the whole fish isn't unusual. I guess I just wasn't thinking when I ordered it. And my sister, who had almost ordered it...really did shit her pants. The Other said "If I had ordered that, when they brought it, they would have to have just taken it back. I don't care who's feelings it hurt".

Well...I'm happy to say that I didn't hurt any one's feelings. Not the chef. Not the fish. And I must say that the fish was very good. Quite tasty actually.

Since it was a special occasion, we ordered the "fried ice`cream". They brought it over & it looked like a banana split. There was a fried bit of ice cream the size of a golf ball in there, but it was soggy & tasteless. The most amazing part of the ice cream was the fact that there were SALTINE CRACKERS sticking out of the sides. My sister was appalled. "What in the hell is this?". We just pulled out the crackers & ate the other stuff. I have polled my Hispanic pals & none of them are familiar with crackers & ice cream.

I won't give Comala an eyeball down for the whole fish. That was my own fault. But because there were complaints with the cheese enchiladas and the fried ice cream was a train wreck, I gotta give my favorite Mexican restaurant a sad face.