The ride back home from Vegas can be mighty long, especially depending how you did at the weekend craps table. But make sure you save at least $10 for a stop at Mad Greek, a kitschy fast food deli and diner that pays homage to the island of the Gods.

It’s a piece of Greece in the middle of the Mojave Desert town of Baker. This dusty pitstop town on the route to Vegas is otherwise known for it’s inordinately large thermometer–the world’s largest, I’m told. Mad Greek is just down the street.

You can’t miss this restaurant with its huge sign, eclectic mix of Greek God statues, and of course, numerous Greek flags.

And that’s just on the outside.

Inside you’ll find a wide menu of Mediterranean specialties. Try the beef shawarma or chicken gyros. There are also plenty of honey drenched Greek pastries–baklava is a favorite. You can eat there or take it to go, although I find that munching on a spanakopita in the car can be a messy imposition.

The food is different than the typical road fare you will find on America’s highways, and therefore better. The staff is friendly and Greek! Well, most of them.

As you savor the last bite of your dolmade, you’ll almost be able to forget your Vegas sorrows.

Me neither, but that didn’t stop me from trying it when I was in Mexico last week. It was my last day there and our driver, Avelino, offered to take me to this little-known local seafood restaurant in downtown Cancun while I waited for my flight.

Avelino knew the owner of the place and was a regular. He didn’t even glance at the menu when we sat down. A football match blared on the TV in the unassuming restaurant. Not a tourist in site–I was excited.

Avelino doesn’t drink, so I wasn’t going to order alcohol but when he heard me ask for a juice he spoke up.

“What?? No beer?” he said incredulously. “Seafood always tastes better with a beer.”

That was all I needed to hear. (more…)

I made it my quest to find the perfect Margarita when I was down in the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico last week. Usually I am a purist and prefer the standard lime juice margarita on the rocks–nothing blended.

But when I tried this mango margarita served up at Lol Ha Restaurant in Akumal I knew I had found a winner.

Fresh mango juice added just the right tartness to the tequila. Who needs salt and limes? It went down so easily I ordered two more before Happy Hour was over. No hangover the next morning either!

By the way, the Margarita isn’t that old of a cocktail drink, with most experts putting its inception date circa 1938. There are many stories about who invented the Margarita, but my favorite goes to Pancho Morales, a bartender in Juarez, Mexico.

The story goes that Morales invented the margarita on July 4, 1942, at a bar named Tommy’s Place. Supposedly, a famous actress came into the bar and ordered a Magnolia (brand, Cointreau, and an egg yolk topped with champagne). Morales was a little fuzzy on the recipe; he improvised and his creation was a big hit.

Mango Margarita Recipe

• 2 tablespoons tequila
• 1 teaspoon triple sec
• 1 tablespoon Grand Marnier
• 1 cup diced mangoes
• 3/4 cup orange sorbet

Pour all ingredients into a blender; mix on low speed gradually increasing to high speed until mixture is smooth. Ready to serve!

Here’s an excuse not to cook this week.

Dozens of restaurants around Los Angeles are participating in the annual Restaurant Week, organized by DineLA.com.

Visitors can get a three-course meal at some of the best restaurants in LA for $25-$34 ($15-$22 for lunch).  Among the participants are favorites like Asia de Cuba, Crustacean, Wolfgang Puck’s Chinois on Main, Patina, and Chaya Brasserie.

For a full list, check out dinela.com. You can view menus and make online reservations, which are highly recommended.

I’ll be going out of town later this week but hope to sample one or two places before I go. Watch for my reviews here.

That’s right, I said Chocolate Mouse, not mousse.

How cute are they? Keep these Chocolate Mice in mind for your holiday party next year. They’re easy to make and will get you lots of comments. What you’ll need:

• Hershey’s Kisses
• Maraschino  Cherries (with the stems intact)
• Shaved Almonds
• Red Food Gel
• Melting Chocolate

Melt the chocolate; dip cherries in chocolate. Push bottom of cherry into bottom of Hershey’s Kiss. Position almond slivers as if they are ears. Use red food gel to make eyes and nose. Place finished mouse on cookie sheet and let chocolate harden.

Soon, you’ll have a whole legion of Chocolate mice. Use white chocolate for the special “albino” effect.

Scrumptious or Shenasty.

You can see the dishes/restaurants that are branded with my judgment…just follow the links in the nav bar under either category.

And I know that “shenasty” isn’t a word you’ll find in the dictionary, but if Rachel Ray can annoy everyone with “Yummo” after each bite, then this is my revenge.

Let me get this out of the way. I don’t like Tuna in a Can. I really don’t like any sort of meat product that comes in a can–it just seems wrong and counter-intuitive. Although don’t ask me why meat wrapped in cellophane is any better.

But I thought I would give this Trader Joe’s Albacore Solid White Tuna in Olive Oil a try. I know now that I fell victim to a clever marketing ploy.

The sign by the shelf suggested pairing the Lemon Pappardelle pasta (yum) with capers (yum) and…albacore tuna from a can? I should have known. But I bought it. Boy, did I ever.

This photo is the closest this tuna got to my kitchen table. The smell alone was enough to let me know this was really just human-grade cat food. But I thought it would make for a good blog story. So I tried it.

And promptly threw it away.

Does anyone actually like this stuff? I want to hear from some tuna-in-a-can eaters so I can find out the appeal. It doesn’t have to be fancy tuna…even StarKist Tuna would be fine. Whatever it is, I want to hear from you.

Chickpea says: Shenasty

It’s been called the best pizza joint in New York, but will it win the hearts of Angelinos too?

Joe’s Pizza is now open for business in the one building with a brick facade in Santa Monica–on 2nd and Broadway (how fitting). You can find Joe himself working the oven–you’ll know him when you see him–he is unmistakenly New York Italian.

The menu is short, and sweet and to the point. You won’t find BBQ chicken pizza with honey wheat crust, or even spaghetti or calzones for that matter.

Just unadulterated pizza pleasure.

I paid a visit to Joe’s the first weekend he was open here in my ‘hood of Santa Monica. If Joe serves the best pizza in New York, then that means it’s the best pizza in the world.

It even has Kevin Bacon’s recommendation.

When Maxim asked Kevin Bacon what his last meal would be, he replied, “A slice of pizza from Joe’s on Carmine Street in New York City.”

We waited 15 minutes for a fresh pizza to come out of the oven. Joe drizzled olive oil on our slices before handing them over. The crust was a golden brown, crispy but soft.

“Here ya go, sweetheart,” he said.

For a truly authentic New York experience, do not miss the White Pie (four cheeses and no tomato sauce). When you bite into that melted dollop of ricotta, you’ll know why Joe’s has received the Big Apple accolades it has since its inception in 1975. Wash it all down with a glass bottle of Coke.

Chickpea says: Scrumptious

The shack might not look like much, but there’s often a line out the door at this Santa Barbara staple.

Super-Rica taqueria has developed quite a following for its fresh Mexican fare. Some people have proclaimed it to serve the best taco in California–a bold claim. Would it live up to the hype?

We ordered chicken and beef tacos, a plate of rice and beans, and guacamole. You can watch your tortillas being made and they come straight from the fire to your plate. Definite points for the freshness factor.

The guacamole was smooth and creamy, also very fresh and flavory. I could easily say this ranks among the best guacamoles that I’ve tasted. As someone who likes sauces, I’d say the salsa was forgettable (precisely because I can’t even remember what it tasted like). But the tacos as a whole were tasty.

It was the plate of rice that ruined it for me. Dry, boring, and emitting some kind of weird herby flavor. The two of us couldn’t even eat half of it–and when two Persians can’t eat rice, you know there’s something wrong with it.

So weighing out the good and bad, is Super-Rica worth a long drive for lunch?

It was above average because of its fresh ingredients, but you can probably find a comparable taco joint in your own neighborhood. In the end I agree with a local named Roger, who left this review:

“I ate here the day it opened, and every now and again since, and I find the owner delightful, the tortillas fresh, the meat fresh, the salsas boring, and the long line of out-of-towners tedious.”